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FIRST-DAY  SCHOOLS. 


"  Come,  let  us  join,  our  Lord  to  praise, 
Whose  mercy  knows  no  end ; . 
To  Him  our  cheerful  voices  raise, 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend." 


NEW    YORK: 

PUBLISHED  BY 

FRIENDS"  SCRIPTURE  SCHOOL  ASSOCIATION. 
1863. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST   LINES. 


A  charge  to  keep  I  have hymn  no.  69 

A  giddy  lamb  one  afternoon Kfl 

All  around  thee  fair  with  flowers 42 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 144 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound '. 5 

And  was  my  Saviour  once  a  child 73 

A  poor  way-faring  man  of  grief 120 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 95 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door 1.32 

Behold  the  Throne  of  grace 57 

Be  kind  to  each  other 119 

Beyond  this  life  of  hopes  and  fears 137 

Breast  the  wave  Christian 55 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 15 

Children  do  you  love  each  other . . 83 

Children  listen  to  the  Lord 58 

Come  children  hail  the  Prince  of  Peace 45 

Come  ye  children  and  adore  Him 17 

Count  not  the  days  that  have  idly  flown 19 

Deal  gently  with  the  erring  one 117 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner  draw  near 40 

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yi  INDEX     OF     Fill  ST     LINES. 

Earth  -svitli  her  ten  thout^aud  liowers 3G 

Ere  the  morning's  busj-  ray 7 

Ever  would  I  fain  he  reading SG 

Father  I  know  that  all  my  life 1 

Father  whatever  of  earthly  bliss 52 

For  His  dear  sake  who  said 25 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 48 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 49 

Gentle  Jesus,  meek  and  mild 90 

Gently  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 72 

Glory  to  Thee,  my  God  this  night 27 

God  alone  can  teach  His  children 8 

God  is  in  heaven,  can  He  hear 76 

God  is  love,  His  mercy  brightens 46 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 53 

God  of  mercy,  God  of  love 34 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth 3 

Great  God  and  wilt  Thou  condescend 105 

Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep SI 

Guide  me  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 28 

Hark !  ye  neighbors  and  hear  me  tell 139 

Have  pity  on  them  for  their  life 113 

He  caused  the  deaf  to  hear  His  voice 108 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine 14 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 24 

How  doth  the  little  busy  bee 98 

How  loving  is  Jesus  who  came  from  the  sky 32 

How  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest 47 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  soimds 43 


INDEX     OF     F I R  ST     LINES.  Vll 

I  hear  thee  speak  of  the  better  land 1-23 

I  knew  a  sickly  little  child. 109 

I'm  hnt  a  traveller  here 9 

In  Genesis  the  world  was  made  by  God's  creative  hand. . .  122 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 71 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches 121 

In  the  tempest  of  life  when  the  wave  and  the  gale 115 

In  Thy  great  name  O  Lord  we  come 142 

Into  her  chamber  went 106 

I  often  say  my  prayers 6S 

I  saw  a  little  blade  of  grass 138 

It  is  good  when  we  lay  on  the  pillow  our  head 6 

I  think  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old 78 

I  want  to  be  an  angel 93 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesns 97 

[  was  a  wandering  sheep 127 

Jesus  and  shall  it  ever  be 60 

Jesus  Christ  my  Lord  and  Saviour 96 

Jesus  I  my  cross  have  taken 61 

Jesus  Saviour  of  my  soul :   31 

Jesus  see  a  tender  child 75 

Jesus,  tender  Shepherd  hear  me 87 

Jesns  the  very  thought  of  Thee 38 

Just  as  I  am  without  one  plea 41 


Kind  words  can  never  die . 


Launch  thy  bark,  mariner pji 

Let  love  through  all  my  actions  run 104 

Let  us  love  one  another,  not  long  may  we  stay 1.34 

Little  drops  of  water 90 

Little  School-mates  can  you  tell S2 


Viii  INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES. 

Little  travellers  Zionward 85 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing : 141 

Lord  I  would  own  Thy  tender  care 99 

Xord  teach  a  little  child  to  pray 79 


lly  God,  my  Father  whilst  I  stray 62 

Nearer  my  God  to  Thee 44 

Never  stand  in  idleness 125 

Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep 140 


O  !  bles>5  the  Lord  my  soul 23 

O  !  heaven  is  nearer  than  mortals  think 11 

Oh !  Father  bless  a  little  child. . '. 74 

Oh !  stay  not  thy  han^s  when  the  winter  winds  rude 1.% 

Oh  !  Thou  the  contrite  sinners  friend 51 

Oh  !  turn  that  little  foot  aside K35 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  liowing  26 

Once  more  before  we  part 14.3 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 37 

One  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded 1.31 

One  there  is  above  all  others IS 

O  !  what  can  little  hands  do 101 


Pilgrim  on  the  road  to  glory 67 

Poor  and  needy  though  I  be 94 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow 145 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 2 


Remember  thy  Creator 56 

Rock  of  Agee  cleft  for  me 30 


INDEX     OF     FIRST     LINES.  IX 

Saviour  like  a  Shepherd  lead  us  59 

Speak  gently,  it  is  better  far 118 

Suppose  the  little  cowslip 124 

Tell  me  Bot  in  mournful  numbers 39 

The  culling  waves  with  awful  roar 114 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  no  want  shall  I  know 22 

There  is  a  happy  land 77 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 12 

There's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose 130 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace 4 

Though  glorious  O  God  must  Thy  temple  have  been 129 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright 20 

The  Sabbath  sun  was  setting  slow 35 

Thou  shalt  have  no  more  Gods  but  Me 103 

Thy  neighbor !  it  is  he  whom  thou 116 

'T  is  a  point  I  long  to  know 16 

'T  is  not  in  temples  made  with  hands 126 

"T  is  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus 110 

To  do  to  others  as  I  would 100 

True  faith  producing  love 54 

Up  and  doing  little  Christian 91 

We  were  crowded  in  the  cabin 112 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 10 

We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible 13 

When  all  Thy  mercies,  oh  my  God 70 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise 29 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view 65 

'S^^len  I  look  up  to  yonder  sky 102 

When  Jesus  left  His  heavenly  home 63 

When  little  Samuel  woke 80 


X  INDEX     OF     F  1 11 S  T     LINES. 

When  marshalled  on  the  mighty  plain CG 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  tempest  is  streaming 21 

When  we  cannot  see  our  way 50 

Who  are  sowing,  who  are  sowing 84 

Who  showeth  tlie  little  ant  the  way 88 

Why  thus  longing  thus  forever  sighing 128 

Will  you  come  with  me  my  pretty  one Ill 

Yea,  fear  not,  fear  not  little  ones 89 

Zion  the  marvellous  story  be  telling    64 


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CHIIiDREX'S    HYMNS 


FATHER !  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me  ; 
And  the  changes  that  are  sm-e  to  come, 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  ; 
But  I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 

I  ask  Thee  for  a  thankful  love, 
Through  constant  watching  wise, 

To  meetlhe  glad  with  joyfursmiles, 
And  to  wipe  the  weeping  eyes, 

And  a  heart  at  leisure  from  itself 
To  soothe  and  sympathise. 

I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know ; 
I  would  be  dealt  with  as  a  child 

And  guided  where  to  go. 


12  children's  hymns. 

Wherever  in  the  world  I  am, 

In  whatsoe'er  estate ; 
I  have  a  fellowship  with  hearts, 

To  keep  and  cultivate ; 
And  a  work  of  holy  love  to  do, 

For  the  Lord  on  whom  I  wait. 

I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength 

To  none  that  ask,  denied, 
And  a  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 

And  if  some  things  I  do  not  ask, 

In  my  cup  of  blessing  be, 
I  would  have  niv  spirit  filled  the  more. 

With  gratefuriove  to  Thee; 
More  careful  than  to  serve  Thee  much. 

To  please  Thee  perfectly. 

There  are  briers  besetting  every  path. 

That  call  for  patient  care ; 
There  is  a  crook  in  every  lot, 

And  a  need  for  earnest  prayer ; 
But  a  lowly  heart  that  loans  on  Thee, 

Is  happy  everywhere. 

In  a  service  that  Thy  love  appoints 
There  are  no  bonds  for  me, 

For  my  secret  heart  is  taught  the  truth 
That  makes  Thy  children  "  free." 

And  a  life  of  self-renouncing  love 
Is  a  life  of  liberty. 


CHILDREK'S  HYilN'S.  13 


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PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear. 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 

That  infant  lips  can  tiy ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 

The  Majesty  on  high. 

Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  in  the  hour  of  death, 

He  enters  Heaven  with  prayer. 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

RetuiTiing  from  his  ways, 
"While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  say,  "  Behold !  he  prays." 

In  prayer,  on  earth  the  saints  are  one, 

In  word,  in  deed,  in  mind, 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 

Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 


14  CIIIL,DKE>i's   HYMNS. 

O  Thou,  by  whom  wq  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


3 


GO  when  the  morning  shiueth, 

Go  when  the  moon  is  bright. 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And  in  thy  closet  kneeling 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

Remember  all  who  love  thee. 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee, 
Pray  too  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be ; 
Then  for  thyself  in  meekness 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  blend  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

Or  if 'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
E  'en  then  the  silent  breathing 

Thy  spirit  lifts  above. 
Will  reach  Ilis  throne  of  glory 

Where  dwells  eternal  love 


children's  hymns.  15 

Oh  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare, 
The  gi'ace  our  Father  gives  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer. 
Whene  'er  thou  art  in  sadness 

Before  His  footstool  fall, 
Eemembcr  too  in  gladness 

His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 


THEY  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace, 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place  ; 

If  we  live  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  eveiywhere. 

In  our  sickness  or  our  health. 
In  our  want  or  in  our  wealth ; 

If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  foes  of  life  prevail, 

'Tis  the  time  for  earnest  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

Then,  my  soul,  in  eveiy  strait, 
To  thy  Father  come'and  wait ; 

He  will  answer  every  prayer ; 
God  is  prcsont  ever^'v.ii'ere. 


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16  CHLLDRE^J'S  HYMXe. 


x^MAZING  grace !  how  sM'eet  the  sound 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 


'Twas  gi'ace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 

How  precious  did  that  grace  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 


Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares 

I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


6 


IT  is  good  when  we  lay  on  the  pillow  our  head, 
And  the  silence  of  night  all  around  us  is  spread. 
To  reflect  on  the  deeds  we  have  done  in  the  day, 
Nor  allow  it  to  pass  v.ithout  profit  away. 


children's  HYinSTS.  17 

A  day —  what  a  trifle — and  yet  the  amount, 

Of  the  days  we  have  passed,  fomis  an  awful  account ; 

And  the  time  may  arrive,  when  the  world  we  would 

give, 
Were  it  om-s,  might  we  have  but  another  to  live. 

In  whose  service  have  we,  through  the  day  been  em- 
ployed, 
And  what  are  the  pleasures  we  mostly  enjoyed  ? 
Our  desires  and  our  wishes,  to  what  did  they  tend — 
To  the  world  we  are  in,  or  the  world  without  end  ? 

Hath  the  sense  of  His  presence  encompassed  us  round, 
"Without  whom  not  a  sparrow  can  fall  to  the  ground  ? 
Have  our  hearts  turned  to  Him  with  devotion  most 

true. 
Or  been  occupied  only  by  things  that  we  view  ? 

Have  we  often  reflected  how  soon  we  must  go, 
To  the  mansions  of  bliss,  or  the  regions  of  woe  ? 
Have  we  felt  unto  God  a  repentance  sincere. 
And  in  faith  to  the  Saviour  of  sinners  drawn  near  ? 

Let  us  thus,  with  oui-selves,  solemn  conference  hold, 
Ere  sleep's  silken  mantle  our  senses  enfold ; 
And  forgiveness  implore  for  the  sins  of  the  day, 
Nor  allow  them  to  pass  uni-fepented  away. 

7 

ERE  the  morning's  busy  ray 

Call  you  to  your  work  away ; 
Ere  the  silent  evening  close 

Your  wearied  eyes  in  sweet  repose ; 
To  lift  your  heart  and  voice  in  prayer 

Be  j^our  first  and  latest  care. 
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IS  c^ILD^vE^''s  iiYiiNS. 

-He  to  whom  the  prayer  is  due, 

From  heaven,  His'throne,  shall  smile  on  you ; 
Angels  sent  by  Him  shall  tend, 

Your  daily  labor  to  befriend, 
And  theu'  nightly  vigils  keep, 

To  guard  you  in  the  horn-  of  sleep. 


8 

GOD  alone  can  teach  His  children 

By  His  Spirit,  how  to  pray. 
Knows  our  wants  and  gives  the  knowledge 

What  to  ask  and  what  to  say. 

When  a  child  wants  food  and  raiment. 
Why  not  ask  his  parents  dear  ? 

Ask  in  faith  then — God 's  our  Father, 
He's  at  hand  and  He  will  hear. 

Prayer's  an  easy,  simple  duty, 

'  Tis  the  language  of  the  soul ; 
Grace  demands  it,  grace  receives  it, 

Grace  must  reign  above  the  whole. 

Every  heart  should  be  a  temple, 
God  should  dwell  our  hearts  within ; 

Every  day  should  be  a  Sabbath, 
Eveiy  hour  redeemed  from  sin. 

Every  place  a  place  of  worship, 

Eveiy  time  a  time  of  prayer. 
Every  sigh  should  rise  to  heaven, 

Every  wish  should  centre  there. 


childken's  hymns.  19 

Heartfelt  sighs  and  heaven-bom  wishes, 

Or  the  poor  uplifted  eye  ; 
These  are  prayers  that  God  will  answer, 

They  ascend  His  throne  on  high. 


Spirit  of  prayer  !  be  ihou  the  portion 
Of  all  those  who  wait  on  Thee, 

Help  us !  shield  us !  lead  us !  guide  us ! 
Thine  the  praise,  the  glorj^  be ! 


9 


I'M  but  a  traveller  here, 

Heaven  is  my  home ; 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear. 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Dangers  and  sorrows  stand 

Round  me  on  every  hand. 
Heaven  is  my  Father  land. 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 

Soon  will  be  overpast, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


CHILDIIEN  S  HYMNS, 

What  though  the  world  allure, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Still  is  the  promise  sure, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Steadfast  by  faith  I  see 

Him  who  on  Calvary 
Purchased  this  bliss  for  me, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

Peace,  Oh  my  troubled  soul, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
I  soon  shall  reach  the  goal, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
Svriftly  the  race  I'll  run, 

Yield  up  my  crown  to  none. 
Forward,  the  prize  is  won, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

There  at  my  Saviour's  side. 

Heaven  is  my  home, 
I  shall  be  glorified. 

Heaven  is  my  home. 
There  are  the  good  and  blest. 

Those  I  love  most  and  best. 
There  too  I  soon  shall  rest. 

Heaven  is  my  home. 


10 

WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest; 

That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair. 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confest. 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 


children's  hymns.  21 

We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 
Its  walls  deck'd  with  jewels  so  rare, 

Its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 

From  trials  without  and  within ; 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

We  speak  of  its  ser^dce  of  love ; 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear ; 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above ; 

But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 


Do  thou,  Lord,  midst  pleasure  and  woe, 
Still  for  heaven  our  spirits  prepare ; 

And  shortly  we  also  shall  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


11 

OH  Heaven  is  nearer  than  mortals  think 
When  they  gaze  with  trembling  dread. 

On  the  misty  future  that  stretches  on 
To  the  silent  home  of  tiie  dead. 


'Tis  no  lone  isle  on  a  boundless  main, 

No  brilliant  but  distant  shore, 
Where  the  lored  ones  who  have  passed  away 

Must  go,  to  return  no  more. 


22  children's  iiYAnss. 

Oh,  Heaven  is  near,  but  the  heavy  veil 

Of  mortality  blinds  the  eye, 
That  we  see  not  clearly  the  angel  band 

On  the  shores  of  Eternity. 

Yet  oft  in  the  hour  of  holy  thought 

To  the  thirsty  soul  is  given, 
The  power  to  look  thro'  the  mists  of  earth 

To  the  glorious  scenes'  of  heaven. 

Then  very  near  seem  its  pearly  gates, 

And  sweetly  its  harpings  fall, 
Till  the  soul  is  weary  to  soar  away, 

And  longs  for  the  angel  call. 

Yes  loiow,  when  the  silver  cord  is  loosed, 

And  the  veil  is  rent  away, 
Not  long  and  dark  will  the  passage  be 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day. 

The  eyes  that  shut  in  the  dying  hour 

Will  open  the  next  in  bliss, 
The  welcome  will  sound  in  the  heavenly  home 

Ere  the  farewell  is  hushed  in  this. 

We  shall  go  fi-om  the  clasp  of  mourning  Mends 
To  the  arms  of  the  loved  and  blest, 

And  the  smiling  faces  will  greet  us  there 
That  on  earth  we  valued  best. 


12 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 

Infinite  day  exckides  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 


childken's  hymns.  23 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  withering  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  roU'd  between. 

Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Kot  Jordan's  stream  nor  death's  cold  flood 

Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

13 

WE'  LL  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

God's  holy  Book  of  truth ; 
The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth, 
The  sun  that  sheds  a  glorious  light 

O'er  every  dreary  road, 
The  voice  that  speaks  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  calls  us  home  to  God. 

We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

For  pleasure  nor  for  pain ; 
We'  11  buy  the  truth  and  sell  it  not. 

For  all  that  we  might  gain : 
Though  man  shouldlry  to  take  our  prize 

By  guile  or  cruel  might. 
We'  11  suffer  all  that  man  could  do, 

And  God  defend  the  right. 


,24  children's  hymns. 

"We'll  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

But  spread  it  far  and  wide, 
Until  its  saving  voice  be  heard 

Beyond  the  rolling  tide : 
Till  all  sliall  loiow  its  gracious  power, 

And  with  one  voice  and  heart, 
Eesolve  that  from  God's  written  word 

We'll  never,  never  part ! 


14 

HOLY  Bible !  book  divine ! 

Precious  treasure !  thou  art  mine ! 
3Iine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 

]Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 


Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove ; 

Mine,  to  show  a  Saviour's  love ; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet ; 

Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 


Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 
K  the  Holy  Spirit  bless ; 

Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 


Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom : 

O  thou  precious  book  divine ! 
Precious  treasai*e !  thou  art  mine  I 


;- 


childre:n's  HY:Nms.  25 


15 


BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 

Star  of  the  east,  the  horison  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining. 
Low  lies  His  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall, 

Angels  adore  Him,  in  slumber  reclining. 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

Say,  shall  we  yield  Him  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean ; 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  and  gold  fi-om  the  mine  ? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 

Vainly  with  gold  would  His  favors  secure : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 

Star  of  the  east,  the  horison  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


16 

'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought ; 

Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  His,  or  am  I  not  ? 
3 


CniLDTlEN  S   HYilNS.^ 

Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 

Eveiy  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviours  love  ? 


When  I  turn  my  eyes  within. 
All  is  dark,  and  vain  and  wild, 

Ffll'd  with  unbelief  and  sin. 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 


Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun 

Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  besiun. 


Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before. 

Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


17 

TEACHEK8. 

COME  ye  children  and  adore  Him, 
*  Lord  of  all  He  reigns  above. 
Come  and  worship  now  before  Him, 

He  hath  call'd  you  by  his  love ; 
He  will  gi'ant  you  every  blessing. 

Of  His  all-abounding  grace. 
Come  with  humble  hearts  expressing, 

All  your  gratitude  and  praise. 


children's  hymns.  S7 


CHILDREN. 

On  this  holy  day  of  gladness 

We  will  join  in  praises  meet, 
Every  bosom  free  from  sadness, 

All  with  happiness  replete ; 
Oh,  to  feel  the  love  of  Jesus, 

Oh,  to  know  that  from  above 
Still  our  heavenly  Father  sees  us, 

With  an  eye  of  tender  love. 


TEACHERS. 

Dearest  children,  now  adore  Him, 

Swell  aloud  the  joyful  strain. 
Let  the  nations  bow  before  Him, 

Echo  back  the  notes  again ; 
While  He  will  accept  the  praises, 

E'en  from  every  heart  and  tongue. 
Those  to  Him  an  infant  raises. 

Still  are  sweetest  of  the  song. 


CHILDREN. 

Lord  of  all,  our  hearts  oblation 

Now  ascends  to  Thee  alone. 
We  would  come  with  all  the  nation, 

Now  to  worship  at  the  throne. 
Teachers,  will  you  join  the  chorus. 

Join  in  hymning  forth  his  praise, 
Who  for  our  redemption  shows  us 

All  the  riches  of  his  ffrace  ? 


2^  children's  hymns, 

teachers  and  children. 

Praise  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  for  ever, 

Gladly  now  vce  all  unite. 
Praise  to  Thee,  O  God,  the  giver, 

Blessed  Lord  of  life  and  light. 
Ransom'd  nation,  spread  the  story, 

Rescued  people,  ne'er  give  o'er. 
All  His  grace  and  all  His  glory. 

Oh,  proclaim  for  evermore. 


18 

ONE  there  is  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend, 

His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

"Which  of  all  onr  friends,  to  save  us, 
Could  or  would  have  shed  His  blood, 

But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God. 


When  He  lived  on  earth  abased. 
Friend  of  sinners  was  His  name, 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised. 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

Oh,  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften, 
Teach  us.  Lord,  at  length  to  love. 

We,  alas,  forget  too  often,.. 
What  a  Friend  we  have  al>ove. 


CHILDREN  S  HY.M^S. 


19 

COUNT  not  the  days  that  have  idly  flown, 

The  years  that  were  vainly  spent, 
Nor  speak  of  the  hours  thou  must  blush  to  own, 
"When  thy  spmt  stands  before  the  thi'one, 

To  account  for  the  talents  lent. 

But  number  the  hours  redeemed  from  sin, 

The  moments  employed  for  heaven ; 
0  few  and  evil  thy  days  have  been, 
Thy  life,  a  toilsome,  worthless  scene. 
For  a  nobler  purpose  given. 

Will  the  shade  go  back  on  thy  dial  plate  ? 

Will  the  sun  stand  still  on  his  way  ? 
Both  hasten  on ;  and  thy  spmt's  fate 
Rests  on  the  points  of  life's  little  date; 

Then  live,  while  'tis  called  to-day. 

Life's  waning  hours,  like  the  Sibyl's  page. 

As  they  lessen,  in  value  rise ; 
O  rouse  thee,  and  live !  nor  deem  that  man's  age 
Stands  in  the  length  of  his  pilgrimage. 

But  in  the  days  that  are  truly  wise. 


20 

THOUGH  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright. 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all  unite  ; 

Yet  one  thing  secures  us, — whatever  betide, 
The  Scripture  assures  us,  "  The  Lord  will  provide'* 
3* 


30'  children's  hymns. 

The  birds  without  barn  or  store-house  are  fed — 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread, 

His  saints,  what  is  fitting,  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  '  tis  written,  "  The  Lord  will  proyide." 

We  may,  like  the  ships,  by  tempests  be  tossed 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  cannot  be  lost ; 

Though  Satan  enrages  the  Mind  and  the  tide, 
This  promise  engages,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old. 
Not  knowing  our  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold ; 

For  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  good  guide, 
And  trust,  in  all  dangers,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

"When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fill  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith ; — 

He  cannot  take  from  us,  though  oft  he  has  tried, 
This  heart-cheering  promise,  the  Lord  will  provide. 

When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view. 
This  word  of  his  grace  will  carry  us  through  ; 

No  fearing  or  doubting  with  Christ  on  our  side. 
We  hope  to  die  trusting  the  Lord  will  provide. 


21 

WHEN  tlu'ough  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  is 
streaming. 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  lightning  is 
gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray,  the  poor  sailors  to  cherish 
Tliey  fly  to  their  Master, "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 


CHILDEE^'S  HTML'S.  31 

O  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  b^  the  shriek  of  despair  from  Thy  pillow, 

Now  seated  in  glory,  the  poor  sinner  cherish. 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "Save,  Lord,  or  we 
perish." 


Ajdd,  oh,  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is  raging, 
When  sin  in  our  heart  its  wild  warfare  is  waging, 

Then  send  down  Thy  grace,  Thy  redeemed  to  cherish, 
Rebuke  the  destroyer,  "  Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." 


22 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know ; 

I  feed  in  good  pastures,  safe  folded  to  rest ; 
He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow, 

Restores  me  when    wandering,    redeems    when 
oppressed. 


Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death  tho'  I  stray, 
Since  Thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I  fear. 

Thy  rod  shall  defend  me.  Thy  staff  be  my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall  with  my  Comforter  near. 


In  the  midst  of  afflictioi;  my  table  is  spread ; 

With  blessings  unmeasured,  my  cup  runneth  o'er ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anointest  my  head ; 

Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  Providence  more. 


82  children's  iroiNS. 

Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God ! 

Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  Thee  above ; 
I  seek — by  the  path,  which  my  forefathers  trod, 

Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn — Thy  kingdom 
of  love. 


23 

Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul. 
His  grace  to  thee  proclaim, 

And  all  tliat  is  within  me  join, 
To  bless  His  holy  name. 

Oh  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
His  mercies  bear  in  mind, 

Forget  not  all  his  benefits. 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 


He  will  not  always  chide, 
He  will  with  patience  wait. 

His  wrath  is  ever  slow  to  rise, 
And  ready  to  abate. 

He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 
Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath, 

He  healeth  thy  infirmities, 
And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 


Then  bless  His  holy  name, 

"Whose  grace  has  made  thee  whole, 
Whose  loving  kindness  crowns  thy  days, 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul. 


CHILDREN  S  HYMZsS. 


24 

HOLY,  holy,  holy,  Lord, 
In  the  highest  heavens  adored, 
Author  of  all  nature's  frame : 
Father,  hallowed  be  Thy  name  ! 


Though  estranged  from  Thee  in  heart, 
Doubtless  Thou  our  Father  art : 
From  Thy  hand  our  spirits  came  : 
Father,  hallowed  be  Thy  name. 


Nor  by  nature's  tie  alone 
Thou  art  as  our  Father  known : 
Nearer  now  in  Christ  our  claim : 
Father,  hallowed  be  Thy  name. 


Born  anew,  oh,  may  we  feci 

Filial  love,  the  Spirit's  seal ; 

Cleansed  from  guilt,  redeemed  from  shame, 

Father,  hallowed  be  Thy  name. 


"Whether  then  in  want  or  wealth, 
Joy  or  sorrow,  pain  or  health. 
Still  our  prayer  shall  be  the  same 
Father,  hallowed  be  Thv  name. 


34  childiie:s  s  hymns. 


25 


FOR  His  dear  sake  who  said 

'*  Let  children  come  to  me," 
My  Father,  I  would  tread 

The  path  that  leads  to  Thee ! 
Lord !  teach  me  day  by  day ; 

For,  if  by  Thee  untaught, 
I  know  not  how  to  pray, 

Or  praise  Thee  as  I  ought ! 

Not  only  to  the  field 

Of  waving,  golden  grain, 
The  skies  are  bid  to  yield 

The  sunbeams  and  the  rain, 
But  to  the  frailest  flower 

That  droops  upon  the  sod ; 
So  let  Thy  Spirit's  power 

Descend  on  me,  O  God ! 

Not  only  do  the  good 

And  fruitful  orchard  trees, 
But  e'en  the  seedling  bud, 

Receive  the  living  breeze ; 
Thus  breathe  within  my  heart, 

And  let  Thy  Si)irirs  breath 
Its  life  to  me  impart, 

And  save  my  soul  from  death  I 

From  e'en  the  smallest  sin. 
My  Father,  set  me  free, 

That  I  may  now  begin 
A  life  of  praise  to  Thee ; 


children's  hymns.  r^       35 


wash  me  white  as  snow, 
In  my  Redeemer's  blood,' 
That  all  my  heart  may  glow 
With  love  to  Tliee,  O  God ! 


By  Thj'  own  Spirit's  light 

Make  me  Thy  will  to  know, 
And  by  Thy  Spirit's  miirht 

Aid  me  Thy  will  to  do  ! 
Thus,  Father,  may  I  tread 

The  path  that  leads  to  Thee, 
For  His  dear  sake  who  said. 

"  Let  children  come  to  me ! " 


26 

ONE  by  one  the  sands  are  flowiuQ 
One  by  one  the  moments  fall : 

Some  are  coming,  some  are  going, 
Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 


One  by  one  thy  duties  wait  thee, 
Let  thy  whole  strength  go  to  each ; 

Let  no  future  dreams  elate  thee. 
Learn  thou  first  what  these  can  teach. 


One  by  one,  (bright  gifts  from  Heaven,) 
Joys  are  sent  thee  here  below : 

Take  them  readily  when  given, 
Ready  too  to  let  them  go. 


86  children's  hymns. 


eeWnee 


One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  mee 
Do  not  fear  an  armed  band ; 

One  will  fade  as  others  greet  thee, 
Shadows  passmg  through  the  land. 

Do  not  look  at  life's  long  sorrow  : 
See  how  small  each  moment's  pain 

God  will  help  thee  for  to-morrow,- 
Every  day  begins  again. 

Every  hour  that  fleets  so  slowly, 
Has  its  task  to  do  or  bear ; 

Luminous  the  crown,  and  holy, 
If  thou  set  each  gem  with  care. 

Do  not  linger  with  regretting, 
Or  with  parting  hours  despond ! 

Nor,  thy  daily  toil  forgetting, 
Look  too  eagerly  beyond . 

Hours  are  goMen  links,  God 's  token, 
Reaching  Heaven ;  but  one  by  one 

Take  them  lest  the  chain  be  broken 
Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 


27 

GLORY  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings' of  the  light, 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  Thine  own  Almighty  wings. 


|f    children's  HY3iOS.  37 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  : 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumpliing  rise  at  the  last  day. 


O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose. 
And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ; 
Sleep,  that  may  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  sei-ve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 


When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie. 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 


O  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day. 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away. 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing. 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  KingT 


Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  : 
Praise  Him  above,  angelic  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : 
4 


38  CKILDKE^'S   HYMNS.   ^ 


28 

GUIDE  me,  0  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 

I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand. 

Open  now  the  crystal  fountains 
Whence  the  living  waters  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

Feed  me  with  tlie  heavenly  manna, 

In  this  barren  wilderness ; 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner ; 

Be  the  Lord  my  righteousness. 

When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 


29 

WHEISTE'ER  the  angry  passions  rise, 
And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 

To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes. 
Bright  Pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 


*  children's  HYilNS.  39 

O  how  benevolent  and  kind , 

How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive  : 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

To  do  His  heavenly  Father's  will 
"Was  His  employment  and  delight ; 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  thi'ough  His  life  divinely  bright. 

Dispensing  good  wheree'r  He  came^ 

The  labors  of  His  life  were  love ; 
Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 

By  His  example  let  us  move. 

But,  ah,  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are, 

How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside; 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  Thy  care ; 

We  ask  Thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be ; 

Make  us,  by  Thy  transforming  grace, 
O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  Thee. 


K 


30 

ROCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide'myself  in  Thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  Thy  riven  side  which  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 


40  children's  HYjr^s. 

Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow. 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
'Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling. 


While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  tb  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  Thee  on  Thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  m  Thee. 


31 

JESUS,  Saviour  of  mj^  soul,  ' 
Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high 


Hide  me,  0  my  Savioui*,  hide. 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 


Other  refage  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee ; 
Leave,  ah,  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 


children's  BTorxs.  41 

All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stay'cT, 
All  my  hope  from  Thee  I  bring ; 

Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing, 


32 

HOW  loving  is  Jesus,  who  came  from  the  sky, 

In  tenderest  pity  for  sinners  to  die  ! 

His  hands  and  His  feet  were  nail'd  to  the  tree, 

And  all  this  He  suffered  for  sinners  like  me. 

How  gladly  does  Jesus  free  pardon  impart 

To  all  who  receive  Him  by  faith  in  their  heart ! 

No  evil  befalls  them,  their  home  is  above, 

And  Jesus  throws  roimd  them  the  arms  of  His  love. 

How  precious  is  Jesus  to  all  who  believe ! 
And  out  of  His  fulness  what  grace  they  receive ! 
When  weak  He  supports  them,  when  erring  He  guides, 
And  everything  needful  He  kindly  provides. 
Oh  give  then,  to  Jesus  your  earliest  days ; 
They  only  are  blessed,  who  walk  in  His  ways : 
In  life  and  in  death  He  will  still  be  their  friend ; 
For  those  whom  He  loves.  He  will  love  to  the  end. 


33 

LAUNCH  thy  bark,  mariner ! 

Christian,  God  speed  thee ! 
Let  loose  the  rudder  bands — 

Good  angels  lead  thee ! 
4* 


43  children's  hymns. 

Set  tli}^  sails  warily, 
Tempests  will  come ; 

Steer  thy  course  steadily, 
Christian,  steer  home ! 


Look  to  the  weather-bow, 

Breakers  are  round  thee ; 
Let  fall  the  plummet  now. 

Shallows  may  ground  thee. 
Reef  in  tlie  foresail,  there ! 

Hold  the  helm  fast ! 
So — let  the  vessel  wear — 

There  swept  the  blast. 


"What  of  the  night,  watchman' 

What  of  the  night?" 
"  Cloud}^ — all  quiet — 

No  land  yet— all's  right !" 
Be  wakeful,  be  vigilant — 

Danger  may  be 
At  an  hour  when  all  seemeth 
Securest  to  thee. 


How  gains  the  leak  so  fast  ? 

Clear  out  the  hold — 
Hoist  up  thy  merchandise, 

Heave  out  thy  gold  : — 
There— let  the  ingots  go — 

Now  the  ship  rights; 
Hurra  !  the  harbor's  near — 

Lo  the  red  lights  ! 


children's  hymns.  43 

Slacken  not  sail  yet 

At  inlet  or  island ; 
Straight  for  the  beacon  steer, 

Straight  for  the  highland ; 
Crowd  all  thy  canvas  on, 

Cut  through  the  foam — 
Christian !  cast  anchor  now — 

Heaven  is  thy  home ! 


34 

GOD  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
Hear  me  from  Thy  throne  above ; 

Teach  me  now  in  truth  to  pray, 
Take  my  sinful  heart  away. 


Often  I  offend  Thee,  Lord, 
I  neglect  Thy  written  word ; 

Break  Thy -blessed  Sabbath  day — 
Take  my  rebel  heart  away. 


When  my  friends  and  teachers  kind 
Bid  me  their  instructions  mind, 

Then  I  talk  or  idly  play — 
Take  my  careless  heart  away. 


Oft  I  disobedient  grow. 

And  ungrateful  temper's  show ; 
Evil  things  I  do  and  say — 

Take  my  ickked  heart  away. 


44  ciiildken's  hymns. 

When  of  Je-^us'  love  I'm  told, 
My  heart  how  very  dull  and  cold, 

Oh '.'to  me  that  love* display — 
Take  my  stony  heart  awa}'. 

Mould  my  nature  all  afresh, 
Give  to  me  the  "  heart  of  flesh," 

For  I  know  that  grace  divme 
Chanaies  even  hearts  like  mine. 


35 

THE  Sabbath  sun  was  setting  slow, 

Amidst  the  clouds  of  even ; 
Our  Father"  breathed  a  voice  below, 
"  Father,  who  art  in  heaven ! " 


Beyond  the  earth — beyond  the  cloud — 
Those  infant  words  were  given ; 
"  Our  Father,"  angels  sang  aloud — 
"  Father,  who  aft  in  heaven !" 

"  Thy  kingdom  come"  still  from  the  ground. 
That  child-like  voice  did  pray ; 

"  Thy  kingdom  come,"  God's  hosts  resound, 
Far  up  the  starry  way ! 

"  Thy  will  be  done,"  with  little  tongue. 

That  lisping  love  implores ; 
"  Thy  will  be  done,"  the  angelic  throng. 

Sing  from  seraphic  shores  I 


children's  HYilNS.  45 

"  For  ever"  still  those  lips  repeat 

Their  closing  evening  prayer ; 
"  For  ever,"  floats  in  music  sweet — 

High  midst  the  angels  there ! 


Thine  be  the  glory  evermore, 
From  Thee  may  man  ne'er  sever; 

But  every  Christian  land  adore 
Jehovah ! — God ! — for  ever ! 


36 

EARTH,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers, 
Air,  with  all  its  beams  and  showers, 
All  around,  and  all  above, 
Hath  this  record,  God  is  love. 


Sounds  among  the  vales  and  hills. 
In  the  woods,  and  by  the  rills, 
All  these  songs,  beneath,  above. 
Have  one  burthen,  God  is  love. 


4 

All  the  charities  that  start 
From  the  fountains  of  the  heart. 
These  are  voices  from  above, 
Sweetly  whispering,  God  is  love. 


CinLDREN's  HTMNS. 

Earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers, 
Air,  with  all  its  beams  and  showers, 
All  are  voices  from  above, 
Loudly  sounding,  God  is  love. 


37 

ONE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o  'er  and  o'er, 

I'm  nearer  my  home  to-day 
Than  I  ever  have  been  before. 


Kearer  my  Father's  house. 
Where  the  many  mansions  be ; 

Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 
Nearer  the  jasper  sea. 


Nearer  the  bound  of  life. 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross. 

Nearer  gaining  the  crown. 


But  lying  darkly  between. 

Winding  down  through  the  night. 
Is  the  dim  and  unknown  stream 

That  leads  me  at  last  to  the  light, 


CHILDEE^-'S   HYMNS.  47 

Saviour,  perfect  my  trust, 
Strengthen  the  might  of  my  faith, 

Let  me  feel  as  I  would  when  I  stand 
On  the  rock  of  the  shore  of  death  : 


Feel  as  I  would  when  my  feet 
Are  slipping  over  the  brink. 

For  it  may  be  I'm  nearer  home, 
Nearer  now,  than  I  think. 


38 

JESUS !  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
"With  sweetness  fills  my  breast , 

But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see. 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  tlie  memory  find, 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  name, 

O  Saviour  of  mankind ! 


O  hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  joy  of  all  the  meek. 
To  those  who  fall,  j^  .-•'.'  kind  Thou  art ! 

How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 

But  what  to  those  who  find  ?  ah !  this 
Nor  pen  nor  tongue  can  show : 

The  love  of  Jesus  what  it  is, 
None  but  His  loved  ones  know. 


48  childiien's  hymns. 

Jesus !  our  only  joy  be  Thou, 
As  Thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 

Jesus !  be  Thou  our  Glory  now 
And  through  eternity. 


39 

TELL  me  not  in  mournful  numbers, 
"  Life  is  but  an  empty  dream !" 
And  the  soul  is  dead  that  slumbers, 
And  things  are  not  what  they  seem. 

Life  is  real !  Life  is  earnest ! 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal ; 
'  Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  retumest," 

Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 

Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 

Is  our  destined  end  or  way ; 
But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 

Find  us  farther  than  to-day. 

Art  is  long,  and  time  is  fleeting, 

And  our  hearts,  though  stout  and  brave. 
Still,  like  muffled  drums,  are  beating 

Funeral  marches  to  the  grave. 

In  the  world's  broad  field  of  battle, 

In  the  bivouac  of  life. 
Be  not  like  dumb,  driven  cattle ! 

Be  a  hero  in  the  strife. 


CniLDREX's  HYMXS.  49 

Trust  no  Future  howe'er  pleasant ! 

Let  the  dead  past  bury  its  dead ! 
Act — act  in  tlie  living  present ! 

Heart  vrithin  and  Grod  o'er  head ! 


Lives  of  great  men  all  remind  us 

We  can  make  our  lives  sublime, 
And,  departing,  leave  behind  us, 

Footprints  on  the  sands  of  time- 
Footprints  that  perhaps  another. 

Sailing  o'er  life's  solemn  main, 
A  forlorn  and  sliipvrrecked  brother, 

Seeing,  shall  take  heart  again. 


Let  us,  then,  be  up  and  doing, 
With  a  heart  for  any  fate ; 

Still  achieving,  still  pursuing, 
Learn  to  labor  and  to  wait. 


40 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  draw  near ; 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee : 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  Ts  near, 

Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. — 

Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy  God  ? 

A  fountain  is  opened ;  how  canst  thou  refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  His  pardoning  blood. 
5 


-'50  children's  iiy:sixs. 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day  ; 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb. 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 


Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  Spirit  of  grace, 
Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  His  sad  flight ; 

And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race — 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 


Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  hour  is  at  hand ; 
The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens  shall 
fade; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall 
stand ; 
What  power  then,  sinner,  shall  lend  thee  its  aid  ? 


41 

JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea. 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bid'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  1  come ! 


Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not, 
To  cleanse  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  Thee  whose  blood  can  wash  each  spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


children's  HYilXS.  51 

Just  as  I  am,  tlioiig:li  toss VI  about 
"With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind — 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, — 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 

Just  as  I  am, — Thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  Thy  promise  I  be'lieve, — 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love,  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down ; 
Now  .to  be  Thine,  and  Tbine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come ! 


42 

ALL  around  thee,  fair  with  flowers, 
Fields  of  beauty  sleeping  lie ; 

All  around  thee  clarion  voices 
Call  to  duty  stem  and  high. 

Be  thou  thankful,  and  rejoice  in 
All  the  beauty  God  hath  given ; 

But  beware  it  doth  not  vdn  thee 
From  the  work  ordained  by  lieaven- 


53  CHILDREN'S  HYMNS. 

To  remove  the  wide-spread  darkness, 
That  the  light  of  tnitli  may  shine ; 

To  recall  the  child  of  error 
To  Jehovah's  holy  shrine — 


To  unbind  the  iron  fetter 

Of  the  maimed  and  wretched  slave ; 
To  uplift  the  long  degraded, 

Sin's  abandoned  victim  save — 


To  encourage  suffering  virtue. 
Lest  despairing  it  should  die ; 

And  the  light  of  hope  rekindle 
In  the  dark  and  vacant  eye — 


Cheerfully  of  thine  abundance 
To  the  sick  and  poor  impart ; 

And  lift  up  the  weight  of  sorrow 
From  the  crushed  and  burdened  heart. 


This  the  work  ordained  of  heaven, 
This  is  thine,  and  this  for  all ; 

Oh,  be  faithful,  ever  ready 
To  obey  the  heavenly  call. 


Follow  every  voice  of  mercy 
With  a  trusting,  loving  heart ; 

And  in  all  life's  earnest  labor. 
Be  thou  sure  to  do  thy  part. 


children's  hymns.  53 

Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-morrow, 
Work,  oh !  work  with  all  thy  might ; 

Lest  the  weary  faint,  and  perish 
In  the  coming  stormy  night. 

Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-morrow, 

Lest  before  to-morrow's  sun 
Thou,  too,  mournfully  departing, 

Shalt  have  left  thy  work  undone. 


43 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  wear}'  rest. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 

But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

CHOiirs. 
I  do  believe  I  now  believe, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me, 
And  through  His  blood.  His  precious  blood, 

I  shall  from  sin  be  free. 
5* 


54  CIIILDR] 


44 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me ! 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

Though  like  the  wanderer. 
The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone. 

Yet  in  ni}'"  di'eams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 

There  let  my  way  appear 
Steps  unto  heaven ; 

All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 
In  mercy  given ; 

Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee ! 


45 

COME,  children,  hail  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Obey  the  Saviour's  call ; 
Come  seek  His  face,  and  taste  His  grace, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


children's  hy:mxs.  55 

Ye  lambs  of  Christ,  your  tribute  bring, 

Ye  children,  great  and  small, 
Hosanna  sing  to  Christ  j'our  King, 

O  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


This  Jesus  will  your  sins  forgive, 
O  haste !  before  Him  fall ; 

For  you  He  died,  that  you  might  live 
To  Crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


Let  every  people,  every  tribe, 
Around  this  earthly  ball. 

To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


All  hail,  the  Saviour,  Prince  of  peace, 
Let  saints  before  Him  fall ; 

Let  sinners  seek  His  pardoning  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


46 

GOD  is  love.  His  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  move ; 

Bliss  He  grants,  and  woe  He  lightens, 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

"Worlds  decay,  and  ages  move ; 
But  His  mercy  waneth  never ; 

God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 


.56  CniLDIlEN's  HYMNS. 

E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 
His  unchanging  goodness  proves ; 

IFrom  the  mist  His  brightness  streameth, 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 

He  our  earthly  cares  entwineth 
With  His  comforts  from  above ; 

Everywhere  His  glory  shineth : 
God  is  light,  and  God  is  love. 


47 

HOW  sweet  is  the  Sabbath,  the  morning  of  rest ; 
The  day  of  the  week  which  I  surely  love  best ; 
The  morning  my  Saviour  arose  from  the  tomb, 
And  took  from  the  grave  all  its  terror  and  gloom. 

Oh  let  me  be  thoughtful  and  prayerful  to-day. 
And  not  spend  a  minute  in  trifling  or  play  ; 
Remembering  these  seasons  were  graciously  given 
To  teach  me  to  seek,  and  prepare  me  for  heaven. 

In  the  house  of  my  God,  in  His  presence  and  fear, 
When  I  worsMp  to-day,  may  it  all  be  sincere ; 
In  the  school  when  I  leam,  may  I  do  it  with  care, 
And  be  grateful  to  those  who  watch  over  me  there. 

Instruct  me,  my  Saviour ;  a  child  though  I  be, 
I  am  not  too  young  to  be  noticed  by  Thee ; 
Renew  Thou  my  heart,  keep  me  firm  in  Thy  ways, 
I  would  love  Thee,  and  serve  Thee  and  give  Thee 
the  praise. 


children's  HYilNS.  57 


48 

FROM  all  that  dwell  IdbIow  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise ,  | 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  smig, 
Through  every  land  by  every  tongue. 


Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  word: 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 


Ti 


ill  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


May  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 

"With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 


Thus  may  we  abide  in  imion 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


49 

FROM  eveiy  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 
'  Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy  seat. 


58  CniLDKEN'S  HT^SCsS. 

There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy  seat. 

There  is  a  scene  wliere  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend, 
^  Tho'  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
'  Around  one  common  mercy  seat. 

There — there  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy  seat. 


50 

WHEN  we  cannot  see  our  way. 
Let  us  trust,  and  still  obey ; 
He  who  bids  us  forward  go  ; 
Cannot  fail  the  way  to  show. 

Though  the  sea  be  deep  and  wide, 
Though  a  passage  seem  denied ; 
Fearless  let  us  still  proceed. 
Since  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  lead. 


Though  it  seems  the  gloom  of  night, 
Though  we  see  no  ray  of  light ; 
Since  the  Lord  Himself  is  there, 
'  Tis  not  meet  that  we  should  fear. 


children's  nY]MXS. 

Night  with  Him  is  never  night, 
Where  He  is,  there  all  is  light ; 
When  He  calls  us,  why  delay  ? 
They  are  happy  who  obey. 

Be  it  ours,  then,  while  we're  here, 
Him  to  follow  without  fear  ! 
Where  He  calls  us,  there  to  go, 
What  He  bids  us,  that  to  do. 


51 

O  THOU,  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend ! 
Who  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend. 

That  Thou  wilt  plead  for  me. 

When  weary  in  the  Christian  race. 
Far  off  appears  my  resting  place. 
And,  fainting,  I  mistrust  Thy  grace, 
Then,  Saviom*,  plead  for  me. 

When  I  have  erred  and  gone  astray, 
Afar  from  Thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimm'ring,  guiding  ray, 
Still,  Saviour,  plead  for  me. 

When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  Thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then  with  Thy  pitying  arms  enfold. 
And  plead,  oh !  plead  for  me. 


ciiildken's  iit:mns. 

And  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 
Pleading  in  heaven  for  me. 

When  the  full  light  of  heavenly  day, 
Reveals  my  sins  in  dread  array, 
Say  Thou  hast  washed  them  all  away,- 
Oh !  say  Thou  plead' st  for  me ! 


52 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise : 

Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart. 

And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 

And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


53 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform ; 

He  plants  His  footsteps  on  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


children's  hymns.  61 

Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failinff  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 

And  works  His  sovereign  will. 


Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take : 
The  clouds  you  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  Him  for  His  grace ; 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  eveiy  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err. 
And  scan  His  works  in  vain ; 

God  is  His  own  interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 


54 

TRUE  faith,  produces  love  to  God  and  man, 
Say,  echo,  is  not  this  the  gospel  plan? 
The  Gospel  plan! 
6 


CHILDREN  S  HYMNS. 


Must  I  my  faith  and  love  to  Jesus  show 
By  doing  good  to  all,  both  friend  and  foe? 
Both  friend  and  foe ! 


But  if  a  brother  hates  and  treats  me  ill, 
Must  I  return  him  good,  and  love  him  still  ? 
Love  him  still ! 


If  he  my  failings  watches  to  reveal, 
Must  I  his  faults  as  carefully  conceal  ? 
Carefully  conceal ! 

But  if  my  name  and  character  he  blast, 
And  cruel  malice,  too,  a  long  time  last ; 
And  if  I  sorrow  and  affliction  know, 
He  loves  to  add  unto  my  cup  of  woe ; 
In  this  uncommon,  this  peculiar  case. 
Sweet  echo,  say,  must  I  still  love  and  bless  ? 
Still  love  and  bless ! 

Whatever  usage  ill  I  may  receive, 
Must  I  be  patient  still,  and  still  forgive  ? 
And  still  forgive ! 

Why  echo,  how  is  this  ?  thou'rt  sure  a  dove ! 
Thy  voice  shall  teach  me  nothing  else  but  love, 
Nothing  else  but  love ! 

Amen !  with  all  my  heart — then  be  it  so  ; 
'Tis  all  delightful,  just,  and  good,  I  know,  • 
And  now  to  practice  I'll  directly  go, — 
Directly  go ! 


childken's  HYams.  63 

Things  being  so,  whoever  me  reject, 
My  gracious  Lord  will  surely  me  protect  ? 
Surely  will  protect ! 

Henceforth  I'll  roll  on  Him  my  every  care, 
And  then  both  Mend  and  foe  embrace  in  prayer. 
Embrace  in  prayer ! 

But  after  all  these  duties  I  have  done. 
Must  I  all  point  of  merit  then  disown. 
And  trust  for  heaven  through  Jesus'  blood  alone  ? 
Throuo;h  Jesus'  blood  alone ! 


55 

BREAST  the  wave.  Christian, 

When  it  is  strongest ; 
Watch  for  day.  Christian, 

When  the  night's  longest, 
Onward,  and  onward  still 

Be  thine  endeavor, 
The  rest  that  remaineth 

Shall  be  forever. 


Fight  the  fight,  Christian, 

Jesus  is  o'er  thee, — 
Run  the  race,  Christian, 

Heaven  is  before  thee. 
He  that  hath  promised 

Flattereth  never — 
The  love  that  He  giveth 

He  giveth  forever. 


64  children's  hymns. 

Lift  the  eye,  Christian, 

Just  as  it  closeth ; 
R^ise  the  heart,  Christiaii, 

Ere  it  reposeth. 
Thee  from  the  love  of  Christ 

Xothing  shall  sever, 
Mount  when  thy  work  is  done, — 

Praise  Him  forever. 


56 

RE:ME:MBER  thy  Creator, 

While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright; 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night ; 
"While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer, 
While  life  is  all  before  thee, 

Thv  areat  Creator  fear. 


Remember  thy  Creator 

Ere  life  resigns  its  trust. 
Ere  sinks  dissolving  nature, 

And  dust  returns^ to  dust; 
Before  with  God  who  gave  it 

Thy  spirit  shall  appear ; 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

Thv  OTeat  Creator  fear. 


cmLDREN's  inrscfs.  65 


57 


BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 


Thiae  image,  Lord,  bestow, 
Thy  presence  and  Thy  love ; 

I  ask'to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  Thee  above. 


Teach  me  to  live  by  foith ; 

Conform  my  will  to  Thine ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 

And  then  in  glorv  shine. 


If  Thou  these  blessings  give, 
And  wilt  my  portion  be, 

All  worldly  joys  I'll  cheerful  leave. 
And  find  mv  heaven  in  Thee. 


58 

CHILDREX !  listen  to  the  Lord, 
And  obey  His  gracious  word ; 
Seek  His  face  with  heart  and  mind — 
Earlv  seek,  and  vou  shall  find. 
6* 


6G  children's  hymns. 

Let  His  love  your  heart  inflame : 
Be  His  praise  your  highest  aim ; 
Keep  His  fear  before  your  sight : 
Be  His  smile  your  chief  delight. 

Serve  the  Lord  with  perfect  heart ; 
Never  from  His  ways  depart ; 
Glorify  the  King  of  Idngs, 
Take  the  peace  the  gospel  brings. 

Turn  to  Christ  your  longing  eyes, 
View  this  bleeding  sacrifice ; 
See,  in  Him,  your  sins  forgiven, 
Pardon,  holiness,  and  heaven. 


59 

SAVIOUR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us : 
Much  we  need  Thy  tender  care ; 

In  Thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us. 
For  our  use  Thy  folds  prepare. 

We  are  Thine,  do  Thou  befriend  us, 
Be  the  guardian  of  our  way ; 

Keep  Thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 

Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 

Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 
Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 


children's  HTirN'S.  67 

Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will ; 
Holy  Lord,  our  only  Saviour, 

With  Thy  grace  our  bosom  fill. 
Blessed  Jesus ! 


60 

JESUS,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 


Ashamed  of  Jesus!  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ! 
He  sheds  His  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 


Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heavon  depend ! 
No !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  name. 


Till  then, — nor  is  my  boasting  vain, — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  1 
And,  oh !  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 


children's  irOENS. 


61 

JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  Thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou  from  hence  my  all  shall  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition ; 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known : 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 


Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too. 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me — 

Show  Thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 


Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure. 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
In  Thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  Thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  Thee  Abba  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  Thee, 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gatlier. 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 


children's  hymns.  69 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
Oh,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me. 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me, 
Oh,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Jov  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  vnn  thee : 

Child  of  heaven  canst  thou  repine  ? 

Haste  thee  on,  from  grace  to  glory. 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer ; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission. 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


62 

MY  God,  my  Father,  whilst  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home  in  life's  rough  way, 
0  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say 

Thy  will  be  done ! 


70  CIIILDilE>''s   HYMNS. 

Thougli  dark  my  path  and  sad  my  lot, 
May  i  be  still  and  murmur  not ; 
But  breathe  the  prayer  that  thou  hast  taught, 
Thy  will  be  done ! 


What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  Mends  belov'd  no  longer  nigh, 
Submissive  still  I  would  reply, 

Thy  will  be  done ! 


If  Thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prize — it  ne'er  was  mine : 
I  only  yield  Thee  what  is  Thine, 

Thy  will  be  done ! 


Should  pining  sickness  waste  away 
My  strength  in  premature  decay. 
My  Father  still  I'll  strive  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done ! 


Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
AH  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say 
Thy  will  be  done ! 


Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

Thy  will  be  done ! 


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children's  IIOEN'S.  71 

63 

WHEN  Jesus  left  His  heavenly  home 

He  chose  an  humble  birth ; 
Like  us  unhonored  and  unknown, 

He  came  to  dwell  on  earth. 

Like  Him  may  we  be  fomid  below, 

In  wisdom's  path  of  peace ; 
Like  Him  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow^. 

As  years  and  strength  increase. 

Sweet  were  His  words  and  kind  His  look 
When  mothers  round  Him  pressed ; 

Their  infants  in  His  arms  He  took, 
And  on  His  bosom  blessed. 

Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  charms 

Beneath  His  watchful  eye ; 
0,  thus  encircled  in  His  arms 

May  we  forever  lie. 


64 


ZION  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  His  birth ; 

The  highest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee.  He  reigns  upon  earth. 

Chorus. 
Shout  the  glad  tidmgs,  exultingly  sing 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  Kmg ! 


'73  CniLDREN's  HYMNS. 

Tell  how  He  cometli ;  from  nation  to  nation, 
The  heart  cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo  round, 

How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salvation. 
How  His  people  with  joy  everlasting  are  crowned. 

Chorus. 


Mortals  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise ; 

Ye  angels  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
One  chorus  resounds  thro'  the  earth  and  the  skies. 

CHOiirs. 


65 

WHEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  darlv  and  fi-iends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean  who  not  in  vain 
Experienced  eveiy  human  pain. 
He  sees  my  griefs,  allays  my  fears. 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 


If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue. 
Or  do  the  thing  I  would  not  do ; 
Still  He  who  felt  temptation's  power. 
Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 


children's  iiT:^rxs.  73 

K  wounrtled  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Despised  by  those  I  prized  too  well ; 
He  shall  His  pitying  aid  bestow, 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe ; 
At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled. 
By  those  who  shared  His  daily  bread. 


When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies ; 
Yet,  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry. 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 


66 

WHEN  marshall'd  on  the  mighty  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky ; 

One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 


Hark,  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks. 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode. 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  w^as  dark ; 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 

The  wind  that  toss'd  my  fomidering  bark. 


74  children's  hymks. 

Deep  horror  tlicii  my  vitals  froz^ 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 


It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  forbodings  cease ; 

And,  through  the  stonn  and  dangers  thrall 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 


Now,  safely  moor'd — mv  perils  o'er — 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night'^s  diadem, 

For  ever,  and  for  evermore. 
The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


67 

PILGRIM  on  the  road  to  glory, 

Pressing  towards  the  heavenly  piize, 
Mid  the  ills  that  now  annoy  thee, 

Mid  the  dangers  that  arise ; 
When  thy  way  is  dark  and  dreaiy, 

Rugged,  filled  with  loud  alarms, 
When  perplexed,  exhausted,  weary, 

Trust  the  everlasting  Arms. 


children's  kymns.  75 

When  the  waves  of  trouble  heighten, 

When  the  billows  fiercely  foam, 
All  thou  seest  conspires  to  frighten, 

Friends  and  helpers  fail  to  come  ; 
When  of  human  aid  despairing, 

And  no  voice  the  tempest  calms. 
Think  of  this,  that  underneath  thee 

Are  the  everlasting  Arms. 

When  corroding  cares  oppress  thee. 

When  the  tempter's  doubts  assaO, 
When  thy  inward  foes  distress  thee, 

When  they  threaten  to  prevail ; 
When  thou  fear'st  the  thoughts  of  yielding^ 

When  thou  d'st  rather  die  than  sin. 
When  thy  hopes  seem  just  expiring. 

Everlasting  Arms  sustain. 

And  when  all  below  is  closing, 

When  thou  tread' st  the  briny  flood ; 
When  thou  feel'st  the  waters  rising. 

Thou  shalt  find  the  promise  good. 
Timid  Christian  venture  onward, 

Bid  farewell  to  all  alarms, 
'Tis  enough  that  underneath  thee 

Are  the  everlasting  Arms. 


I  OFTEN  say  my  prayers, 
But  do  I  ever  pray  ? 

Or  do  the  wishes  of  my  heart 
Dictate  the  words  I  say  ? 


76  children's  hymns. 

'T  is  useless  to  implore 
Unless  I  feel  the  need, 

Unless  't  is  from  a  sense  of  want 
That  all  my  prayers  proceed. 

I  may  as  well  kneel  down 
And  worship  wood  and  stone, 

As  offer  to  the  living  God 
A  prayer  of  words  alone. 

Lord !  teach  me  what  I  want, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray ; 

Nor  let  me  e'er  implore  Thy  grace 
Not  feeling  what  I  say. 


69 

A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  Bky. 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live ; 
And,  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  u-ive. 


children's  hymns.  ^^ 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


70 

"WHEN  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys ; 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear ; 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learned 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 

Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  cares  bestow' d ; 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 

From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 

"When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 

"With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm  unseen  convey'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

Through  hidden  dangers  toils  and  deaths, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 

More  to  be  feard  than  they. 
1* 


78  children's  hymns. 

Thy  bounteous  Hand  with  worldly  bliss 
Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er; 

And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  Friend 
Has  doubled  all  my  store. 

When  natui'e  fails,  and  day  and  night 
Divide  Thy  works  no  more ; 

My  ever  grateful  heart,  0  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

Through  all  eternity  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise, 
For  O  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise. 


r 


71 

IN  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest ; 

There  my  Saviour 's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfil  my  soul's  request. 


CHORUS. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 


children's  hymns.  79 

He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Whicli  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 

In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary,  &c. 


Pain  and  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share, 

But  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 
There  is  rest  &c. 


Sing,  oh,  sing  ye  heirs  of  glory ; 

Shout  your  triumphs  as  you  go ; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  will  find  an  entrance  through. 
There  is  rest  t&c. 


72 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lowly  vale  of  tears ; 

And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Th}^  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 

O,  refresh  us — 

O  refresh  us  with  Thy  grace. 


80  ciiii.uj'-en's  ^YM^'S. 

Thongli  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us, 
From  without  and  from  within,  , 

Jesus  saj'S  He'll  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin ; 

He  is  faithfril, 

To  perform  His  gracious  word. 


O  that  I  could  now  adore  Him 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above — 

Who  forever  bow  before  Him, 
And  unceasing  sing  His  love. 

Happy  songsters, 

When  shall  I  your  chorus  join  ? 


73 

AND  was  my  Saviour  once  a  child, 

Alittle  child  like  me? 
And  was  He  humble,  meek,  and  mild. 

As  little  ones  should  be  ? 


Oh !  ^7hy  did  not  the  Son  of  God 
Come  as  an  angel  bright  ? 

And  why  not  leave  His  fair  abode 
To  come  with  power  and  might  ? 


Because  He  came  not  here  to  reign, 
As  sovereigns  here  below ; 

He  came  to  save  our  souls  from  sin. 
Whence  all  our  sorrows  flow. 


children's  hymns.  81 

And  did  that  Son  of  God  most  high, 

Consent  a  man  to  be  ? 
And  did  that  blessed  Saviour  die 

Upon  the  cross  for  me  ? 


And  did  my  Saviour  freely  give, 

His  life  for  sinful  men  ? 
What !  did  He  die  that  we  might  live  ? 

Oh,  how  He  loved  us  then ! 


74 

OH  Father,  bless  a  little  child. 
And  in  my  earlj^  youth 

Give  me  a  spirit  good  and  mild, 
A  soul  to  love  the  truth. 


May  never  fiilsehood  in  my  heart 

Or  in  mj''  vrords  abide, 
But  may  I  act  the  truthful  part 

Whatever  may  betide. 


When  for  some  little  insult  given, 

My  angiy  passions  rise, 
I  '11  think  how  Jesus  came  from  heaven, 

And  bore  His  injuries. 


CHILDR.E>;  S  HYMNS. 

Dear  Father,  may  I  learn  from  Him 

My  temper  to  amend, 
And  walking  in  humility, 

May  peace  my  steps  attend. 


75 

JESUS  see  a  little  child . 

Pmnbly  at  Thy  footstool  stay ; 
Thou  who  art  so  meek  and  mild, 

Stoop  and  teach  me  what  to  say. 


Though  Thou  art  so  great  and  high, 
Thou  dost  view  ^ath  smiling  face, 
Little  children  when  they  cry, 
"  Saviour,  guide  us  by  Thy  grace." 

Show  me  what  I  ought  to  be, 
Make  me  every  evil  shun ; 

Thee  in  all  things  may  I  see. 
In  Thy  holy  footsteps  run. 


Jesus  all  my  sins  forgive. 
Make  me  lowly,  pure  in  heart, 

For  Thy  glory  maj-  I  live, 
Then  be  with  Thee  where  Thou  art. 


children's  hymns.  83 


76 

GOD  is  in  heaven— cau  He  hear 
A  feeble  prayer  like  mine  ? 

Yes,  little  child,  thou  need'st  not  fear, 
He  listeneth  to  thine. 

God  is  in  heaven — can  He  see 
"When  I  am  doing  wrong  ? 

Yes  that  He  can — He  looks  at  thee 
All  day  and  all  night  long. 

God  is  in  heaven — would  He  know^ 

If  I  should  teU  a  lie  ? 
Yes,  if  thou  saidst  it  very  low, 

He'd  hear  it  in  the  sky. 

God  is  in  heaven — can  I  go 
To  thank  Him  for  His  care  ? 

Not  yet — but  love  Him  here  below, 
And  thou  shalt  praise  Him  there. 


A 


77 

THERE  is  a  happy  land, 

Far,  far  away, 
"Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day  j 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
"Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  His  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 


84  children's  hymns. 

Come  to  that  happy  land, 

Come,  come  awa^ ; 
Why  will  ye  doubtmg  stand  ? 

Why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 
Blest,  blest  for  aye. 


Bright  in  that  happy  land 

Beams  every  eye, 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run ; 
Be  a  crown  and'kingdom  won ; 
And  bright  above  the  sun 

We  reign  for  aye. 


.s^  78 

I  THINK  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  He  called  little  children,  as  lambs,  to  His  fold, 

I  should  like  to  have  been  with  Him  then ; 


I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head, 

That  His  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look  when  He 

said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 


children's  hy.mxs.  85 

Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 

And  ask  for  a  share  of  His  love, 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 

I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above, — 


In  that  beautiful  place  He  has  gone  to  prepare 

For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"  For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 


But  thousands  and  thousands  who  wander  and  fall, 

Never  heard  of  that  lieavenlj^  home  ; 
I  should  like  them  to  know  there  is  room  for  them  all, 

And  that  Jesus  has  bid  them  to  come. 


I  long  for  the  joys  of  that  glorious  time, 
The  sweetest,  and  brightest,  and  best, 

When  the  dear  little  children  of  every  clime 
Shall  crowd  to  His  arms  and  be  blessed. 


79 

LORD,  teach  a  little  child  to  pray ; 

Thy  grace  betimes  impart ; 
And  grant  Thy  Holy  Spirit  may 

Renew  my  sinful  heart. 
8 


86  CIIILDKENS    HYMNS. 

A  follen  creature  I  was  born, 
And  from  my  birth  I  strayed : 

I  must  be  wretched  and  forlorn 
Without  Thy  mercy's  aid. 


But  Christ  can  all  my  sins  forgive, 
And  wash  away  their  stain ; 

Can  fit  my  soul  with  Him  to  live, 
And  in  His  kingdom  reign. 


To  Him  let  little  children  come, 
For  He  hath  said  they  may ; 

His  bosom  then  shall  be  their  home, 
Then-  tears  He'll  wipe  away. 


For  all  who  early  seek  His  face 
Shall  surely  taste  His  love ; 

Jesus  shall  guide  them  by  His  grace 
To  dwell  with  Him  above. 


80 

WHEN  little  Samuel  woke, 
Ard  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 

At  every  word  He  spoke, 
How  much  did  he  rejoice? 

Oh  blessed  happy  child !  to  find 

The  God  of  heaven  so  mild  and  kind. 


children's  iiym:xs.  87 

If  God  would  speak  to  me, 

And  say  He  was  my  friend, 
How  happy  I  should  be  ! 

Oh  how  would  I  attend ! 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 


And  does  He  never  speak ! 

Oh  yes,  His  written  word 
Bids  me  to  come  and  seek, 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard ; 
In  almost  every  page  I  see, 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 


And  I  beneath  His  care 
May  safely  rest  my  head ; 

I  know  that  God  is  there, 
To  guard  my  humble  bed ; 

And  every  sin  I  may  well  fear. 

Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 


Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 
Whene'er  I  read  His  word, 

■  Speak,  Lord ;  I  would  obey 
The  voice  that  Samuel  heard !" 

And  when  I  in  Thy  house  appear. 

Speak,  for  Thy  servant  waits  to  hear. 


S3  cuILDllE^''s  HYMNS. 


81 

GREAT  Sheplicrd  of  the  sheep, 
Who  all  Thy  flock  doth  keep, 

Leading  by  waters  calm, 
Do  Thou  mv  footsteps  guide 
To  follow  by  Thy  side, 

Make  me  Thy  little  lamb. 


I  fear  I  may  be  torn 

By  many  a  sharp-set  thorn. 

As  far  from  Thee  I  stray ; 
My  weary  feet  may  bleed, 
For  rough  are  paths  which  lead 

Out  of  Thy  pleasant  way. 


But  when  the  road  is  long. 
Thy  tender  arm,  and  strong 

The  weary  one  will  bear ; 
And  Thou  wilt  wash  me  clean, 
And  lead  to  pastures  green. 

Where  all  the  flowers  are  fair. 


'  Till,  from  the  soil  of  sin 
Cleansed  and  made  pure  within, 

Dear  Saviour,  whose  I  am, 
Thou  bringest  me  in  love. 
To  Thy  sweet  fold  above, 

A  little  snow-white  lamb. 


children's  HYilXS.  89 


82 

LITTLE  schoolmates  can  you  tell 
Who  has  kept  us  safe  and  Tvell 
Through  the  watches  of  the  night, 
Brought  us  safe  to  see  the  light  ? 


Yes,  it  is  our  God  doth  keep 
Little  children  while  they  sleep ; 
He  has  kept  us  safe  from  harm, 
Shelter' d  by  His  powerful  arm. 


Can  you  tell  who  gives  us  food, 
Clothes  and  homes  and  parents  good, 
Schoolmates  dear  and  teachers  kind, 
Useful  books  and  active  mind  ? 


Yes !  our  heavenly  Father's  care 
Gives  us  all  we  eat  and  wear ; 
All  our  books  and  all  our  friends 
God,  in  kindness,  to  us  sends. 


Oh,  then  let  us  thankful  be 
For  His  mercies  large  and  free ; 
Every  morning  let  us  raise 
Our  young  voices  in  His  praise. 


90  children's  nvMisrs. 


83 

CHILDREN  do  you  love  each  other? 

Are  you  always  kind  and  true  ? 
Do  you  always  do  to  others 

As  you'd  have  them  do  to  you  ? 

Are  you  gentle  to  each  other  ? 

Are  you  careful  day  by  day, 
Not  to  give  offence  by  actions, 

Or  by  anything  you  say  ? 

Little  children  love  each  other, 

Never  give  another  pain ; 
If  your  brother  speak  in  anger, 

Answer  not  in  wrath  again. 

Be  not  selfish  to  each  other — 

Never  mar  another's  rest ; 
Strive  to  make  each  other  happy 

And  you  will  yourselves  be  blest. 


84 

"WHO  are  sowing  ?  "Who  are  sowing  ? 

These  young  children  now  at  play ; 
And  the  scattered  seeds  are  growing 

Night  by  night  and  day  by  day : 
Some  with  fruitful  grain  are  shooting, 

Some  will  only  weeds  produce. 
Which  alas !  Avill  need  uprooting. 

Ere  the  soil  be  fit  for  use. 


CUILDKEN's    IIVMNS.  91 

Who  are  sowing?  those  just  leaving 

Childhood  and  its  sports  behind ; 
Hearts  with  golden  visions  heaving, 

Are  they  sowing  to  the  wind  ? 
If  they  toil,  on  Christ  relying, 

If  His  glory  be  their  aim, 
They  may  hope  with  hope  undying,  ' 

They  shall  reap  eternal  gain. 


Who  are  sowing  ?  Those  expending 

Manhood's  years  for  objects  vain; 
Earth  beyond,  no  thoughts  extending, 

What  shall  be  their  future  gain  ? 
Who  are  sowing  ?  Those  still  clinging 

To  the  dregs  of  life  misspent ; 
Tares  around  their  footsteps  springing. 

Earnest  of  their  end  present. 


Who  are  sowing  ?  Who  are  sowing  ? 

Children,  manhood,  youth  and  age. 
And  the  scattered  seeds  are  growing, 

Putting  forth  at  every  stage ; 
All  along  life's  pathway  springing, 

Bearin^^  fruit,  or  flower,  or  weed, 
On  the  air  their  odor  flinging. 

Either  for  our  bane  or  need. 


Soon  will  dawn  the  day  of  reaping. 
Soon  the  gathering  time  will  come. 

When  each  seed  its  promise  keeping. 
All  shall  bear  their  harvest  home. 


93  ciiildken's  hymns. 


85 

LITTLE  travellers  Zionward, 

Each  one  entering  into  rest, 
In  the  kingdom  of  your  Lord, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest — 
There  to  welcome,  Jesus  waits, 

Gives  the  crown  His  followers  win. 
Lift  your  heads,  ye  golden  gates, 

Let  the  little  travellers  in ! 


Who  are  they  whose  little  feet, 

Pacing  life's  dark  journey  through, 
Now  have  reached  that  heavenly  seat 
They  had  ever  kept  in  view  ? 
"  I  fron{  Greenland's  frozen  strand," 

"  I  from  India's  sultry  plain," 
"  I  from  Afric's  barren  sand," 
"  I  from  Islands  of  the  main." 


"  All  our  earthly  journey  past. 

Every  tear  and  pain  gone  by, 
Here  together  met  at  hist, 

At  the  portals  of  the  sky." 
Each  the  welcome  "come"  awaits. 

Conquerors  o'er  death  and  sin. 
Lift  your  heads  ye  golden  gates ! 

Let  the  little  travellers  in. 


chllwiek's  hymns.  03 


86 


Ever  would  I  fain  be  reading 

In  the  ancient  holy  book, 
Of  my  Saviour's  gentle  pleading, — 

Truth  in  every  word  and  look. 

How  when  children  came  He  blessed  them, 

Suffered  no  man  to  reprove, 
Took  them  in  His  arms  and  pressed  them 

To  His  heart  with  words  of  love. 


How  to  all  the  sick  and  tearful 
Help  was  ever  gladly  shown ; 

How  He  sought  the  poor  and  fearful. 
Called  them  brothers  and  His  own. 


How  no  contrite  soul  e'er  sought  Him, 

And  was  bidden  to  depart ; 
How  with  gentle  words  He  taught  him. 

Took  the  dart  from  out  his  heart. 


Still  I  read  the  ancient  story, 
And  my  joy  is  ever  new ; 

How  for  ias  He  left  His  glory, 
How  He  still  is  kind  and  true. 


How  the  flock  He  gently  leadeth, 
Which  His  Father  gave  Him  here: 

How  His  arms  He  kindly  spreadeth 
To  His  heart  to  draw  us  near. 


CHILD11E]N^  S  IIYirNS. 


Let  me  kneel,  my  Lord,  before  Thee, 
Let  my  heart  iu  tears  o'erflow, 

Melted  by  Thy  love,  adore  Thee, 
Blest  in  Thee  mid  joy  or  woe. 


87 

JESUS,  tender  Shepherd,  hear  me! 

Bless  a  little  child  to-night ; 
Through  the  darkness  be  Thou  near  me, 

Watch  my  sleep  till  morning  light. 

All  this  day  Thy  hand  has  led  me, 
And  I  thank  Thee  for  Thy  care ; 

Thou  hast  clothed  me,  warm'd  me,  fed  me, 
Listen  to  my  evening  prayer.  . 

Let  my  sins  be  all  forgiven ; 

Bless  the  friends  I  love  so  well ; 
Take  me,  when  I  die,  to  heaven, 

Happy  there  with.  Thee  to  dwell. 


88 

WHO  showed  the  little  ant  the  way 

Her  narrow  hole  to  bore. 
And  spend  the  pleasant  summer  day 

In  laying  up  her  store  ? 


CHILDIlE^''s  HYitXS.  95 

The  sparrow  builds  her  skilful  nest 

Of  wool,  and  hay,  and  moss ; 
Who  told  her  how  to  weave  it  best 

And  lay  the  twigs  across  ? 

Who  taught  the  busy  bee  to  fly 

Among  the  sweetest  flowers, 
And  lay  his  store  of  honey  by, 

To  eat  in  winter  hours  ? 


'T  was  God  who  show'd  them  all  the  way, 

And  gave  their  little  skill, 
And  teaches  childi'en  if  they  pray, 

To  do  His  holy  will. 


89 

YEA,  fear  not,  fear  not,  little  ones ; 

There  is  in  heaven  an  Eye 
That  looks  with  yearning  fondness  down 

On  all  the  paths  ye  try. 

'T  is  He  who  guides  the  sparrow's  wing. 

And  guards  her  little  brood ; 
Who  hears  the  ravens  when  they  ciy. 

And  fills  them  all  with  food. 


'T  is  He  who  clothes  the  fields  with  flowers, 

And  pours  the  light  abroad ; 
'T  is  He  who  numbers  all  your  hours, 

Your  Father  and  your  God. 


CHILDREN  S  HYMNS. 

Ye  are  the  chosen  of  His  love, 

His  most  peculiar  care ; 
And  will  He  guide  the  fluttering  dove, 

And  not  regard  your  prayer  V 

Nay,  fear  not,  fear  not,  little  ones; 

There  is  in  heaven  an  Eye 
That  looks  with  yearning  fondness  down 

On  all  the  paths  you  try. 

He'll  keep  you  when  the  storm  is  wild. 

And  wiien  the  flood  is  near ; 
Oh  trust  Him,  trust  Him  as  a  cliild. 

And  you  have  naught  to  fear. 


90 

GENTLE  Jesus,  meek  and  mild, 
Look  upon  a  little  child ; 
Pity  my  simplicity, 
Suffer  me  to  come  to  Thee. 


Fain  I  would  to  Thee  be  brought; 
Gracious  God  forbid  it  not; 
In  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace. 
Give  a  little  child  a  place. 

Oh  supply  my  every  want. 
Feed  the  young  and  tender  plant; 
Day  and  niglit  my  keeper  be, 
Every  moment  watch  o'er  me. 


children's  hymns.  97 


91 

UP  and  doing,  little  Christian, 

Up  and  doing  while  't  is  day ; 
Do  the  work  the  Master  gives  you, 

Do  not  loiter  by  the  way ; 
For  we  all  have  work  before  us, 

You,  dear  child,  as  well  as  I ; 
Let  us  seek  to  learn  our  duty, 

And  perform  it  cheerfully. 


Up  and  doing,  little  Christian, 

Gentle  be  and  ever  kind ; 
Helpful  to  thy  loving  mother, 

E'en  her  slightest  wishes  mind : 
Let  the  little  children  love  you 

For  your  care,  and  harmless  play ; 
And  the  feeble  and  more  wilful, 

Help  them  by  your  kindly  way. 


^ 


92 

LITTLE  drops  of  water, 
Little  grains  of  sand, 

Make  the  mighty  ocean, 
And  the  beauteous  land. 


Ii8  childhen's  hymxs. 

And  the  little  moments, 
Humble  though  they  be, 

Make  the  mighty  ages 
Of  eternity. 


So  our  little  en-ors 
Lead  the  soul  away, 

From  the  path  of  virtue, 
Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 


Little  deeds  of  kindness, 
Little  words  of  love, 

Make  our  earth  an  Eden, 
Like  the  heaven  above. 


Little  seeds  of  mercy 
Sown  by  youthful  hands, 

Grow  to  bless  the  nations, 
Far  in  distant  lands. 


93 

I  WANT  to  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 
A  crown  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand ; 
There,  ri^ht  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I  'd  wake  the  sweetest  music, 

And  praise  Him  day  and  night. 


children's  hyaens.  99 

I  never  should  be  weary, 

Nor  ever  shed  a  tear, 
Nor  ever  know  a  sorrow. 

Nor  ever  feel  a  fear ; 
But,  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

I'd  dwell  in  Jesus'  sight, 
And  with  ten  thousand  thousands, 

Praise  Him  both  day  and  night. 

I  know  I  'm  weak  and  sinful, 

But  Jesus  will  forgive ; 
For  many  little  children 

Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 
Dear  Saviour  when  I  languish, 

And  Lay  me  down  to  die, 
O  send  a  shining  angel. 

To  bear  me  to  the'sky. 

Oh  then  I  '11  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand ; 
A  crowTi  upon  my  forehead, 

A  harp  within  my  hand ; 
And  there  before  my  Saviour, 

So  glorious  and  so  bright, 
I'll  join  the  heavenly  music. 

And  praise  Him  day  and  night. 


94 

POOR  and  needy  though  I  be, 
God  Almighty  cares  for  me ; 
Gives  me  clothing,  shelter,  food — 
Gives  me  all  I  have  of  good. 


100  children's  hymns. 

He  will  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
He  is  with  mc  night  and  day, 
When  1  sleep  and  when  I  wake, 
For  the  Lord  my  Saviour's  sake. 


He  who  reigns  above  the  sky. 
Once  became  as  poor  as  I ; 
He  whose  blood  for  me  was  shed, 
Had  not  where  to  lay  His  head. 


Though  I  labor  here  a  while, 
Father  bless  me  with  Thy  smile  ; 
And  when  this  short  life  is  past. 
May  I  rest  with  Thee  at  last. 


Then  to  Thee  I  '11  tune  my  song, 
Happy  as  the  day  is  long ; 
This  my  joy  forever  be, 
God  Almighty  cares  for  me. 


95 

AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 
Thousands  of  children  stand, — 

Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, — 
Singing,  "  Glory,  glory,  glory  be  to  God 
on  high !" 


children's  hymns.  101 

In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed, 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 

And  joys  that  never  fade. 
Singing,  Glory,  glory,  &c. 


What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 
That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love ; 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing,  Glorj^,  glory,  &c. 

Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 

Behold  them  white  and  clean ! 
Singing,  Glor}',  glory,  &c. 

9 

On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  His  name ; 

So  now  they  see  His  blessed  face. 

And  stand  before  the  Lamb. — 

Singing,  Glory,  glory,  &c. 


96 

JESUS  CHRIST,  my  Lord  and  Saviour, 
Once  became  a  child  like  me ; 

0  that  in  my  whole  behavior. 
He  my  pattern  still  might  be. 
9* 


102  ciiildken's  IIYM>'S. 

All  my  nature  is  unholy, 
Pride  and  passion  dwell  within ; 

j8ut  the  Lord  was  meek  and  lowly, 
And  was  never  known  to  sin. 


While  I  'm  often  vainly  trying 
Some  new  pleasure  to  possess ; 

He  was  always  self-denying, 
Patient  in  His  worst  distress. 


Lord,  assist  a  feeble  creature ; 

Guide  me  by  Thy  word  of  truth ; 
Condescend  to  be  nij  teacher, 

Through  my  childhood  and  my  youth. 


97 

I  WANT  to  be  like  Jesus, 

So  lowly  and  so  meek ; 
For  no  one  marked  an  angry  word 

That  ever  heard  Him  speak. 


I  want  to  be  l';.e  J;\  i^?, 
So  frequciTily  in  p!;>yrT; 

Alone  upon  Tue  monni.iiii  top, 
He  met  His  Fail-'cr  liii.re. 


children's  hymns.  103 

I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

I  never,  never  find 
That  He,  though  persecuted,  was 

To  any  one  unkind. 


I  want  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Engaged  in  doing  good, 
So  that  of  me  it  may  be  said : 

"  She  hath  done  what  she  could  " 


Alas!  I'm  not  like  Jesus, 

As  any  one  may  see ; 
O  gentle  Saviour !  send  Thy  grace, 

And  make  me  like  to  Thee. 


98 

HOW  doth  the  little  busy  bee 
Improve  each  shining  hour, 

And  gather  honey  all  the  day 
From  every  opening  flower ! 


How  skilfully  she  builds  her  cell ! 

How  neat  she  spreads  her  wax ! 
And  labors  hard  to  store  it  well 

With  the  sweet  food  she  makes. 


104  children's  hymns. 

In  works  of  labor  or  of  skill, 

I  would  be  busy  too ; 
Por  Satan  finds  some  mischief  still 

For  idle  hands  to  do. 


In  books  or  w^orks,  or  healthful  play, 
Let  my  first  years  be  past ; 

That  I  may  give  for  every  day 
Some  good  account  at  last. 


LORD  I  would  own  Thy  tender  care, 

And  all  Thy  love  to  me ; 
The  food  I  eat,  the  clothes  I  wear. 

Are  all  bestowed  by  Thee. 


And  Thou  preservest  me  from  death, 

And  danger,  every  hour ; 
I  cannot  draw  another  breath, 

Unless  Thou  give  the  power. 


My  health,  and  friends,  and  parents  dear, 

To  me  by  God  are  given ; 
I  have  not  any  blessings  here, 

But  what  are  sent  from  heaven. 


CinLDREN's  HYilNS.  .    105 

Sucli  goodness,  Lord,  and  constant  care, 

A  child  can  ne'er  repay ; 
But  may  it  be  my  daily  prayer, 

To  love  Thee  and  obey. 


100 

TO  do  to  others  as  I  would 
That  they  should  do  to  me ; 

Will  make  me  honest,  kind  and  good, 
As  children  ought  to  be. 


I  know  I  should  not  steal,  nor  use 
The  smallest  thing  I  see ; 

Whick  I  should  never  like  to  lose, 
If  irbelonged  to  me. 


And  this  plam  rule  forbids  me  quite. 
To  strike  an  angry  blow ; 

Because  I  should  not  think  it  right 
If  others  served  me  so. 


But  any  kindness  they  may  need, 

I'll  do,  whate'er  it  be; 
As  I  am  very  glad  indeed, 

When  they  are  kind  to  me. 


CHILDREN  S   HYMNS. 


101 

OH  what  can  little  hands  do 
To  please  the  King  of  heaven? 

The  little  hands  some  work  may  try 
To  help  the  poor  in  misery ; 

Such  grace  to  ours  be  given. 

Oh  what  can  little  lips  do 
To  please  the  King  of  heaven  ? 

The  little  lips  can  praise  and  pray, 
And  gentle  words  of  kindness  say ; 

Such  grace  to  ours  be  given. 


Oh  what  can  little  eyes  do 
To  please  the  King  of  heaven  ? 

The  little  eyes  can  u^jward  look, 
Can  learn  to  read  God's  holy  book ; 

Such  grace  to  ours  be  given.     ^ 

Oh  what  can  little  hearts  do 
To  please  the  King  of  heaven  ? 

The  hearts  if  God  His  Spirit  send 

Can  love  and  trust  their  Saviour  Friend; 

Such  grace  to  ours  be  given. 

Though  small  is  all  that  we  can  do 
To  please  the  King  of  heaven ; 

When  hearts  and  hands  and  lips  unite 
To  serve  the  Saviour  with  delight, 

The}^  are  most  precious  in  His  sight ; 
Such  grace  to  ours  be  given. 


CniLDKEN-'S  HY^rN'S.  107 


102 


"WHEN  I  look  up  to  j^onder  sky, 
So  pure,  so  bright,  so  wondrous  high, 
I  think  of  One^I  cannot  see. 
But  One  who  sees  and  cares  for  me. 


His  name  is  God !  He  gave  me  birth, 
And  every  living  thing  on  earth ; 
And  every  tree  and  plant  that  grows, 
To  the  same  Hand  its  being  owes. 


'Tis  He  my  daily  food  supplies. 
And  all  that  I  require  besides ; 
And  when  I  close  my  slumbering  eye, 
I  sleep  in  peace,  for  He  is  nigh. 

Then  surely  I  should  ever  love 
This  gracious  God  who  reigns  above ; 
For  very  kind  indeed  is  He, 
To  love  a  little  child  like  me. 


^ 


103 


1.  THOU  shalt  have  no  more  gods  but  Me. 

2.  Before  no  idol  bow  thy  knee, 

3.  Take  not  the  name  of  God  in  vain, 

4.  Nor  dare  the  Sabbath  day  profane ; 

5.  Give  both  thy  parents  honor  due ; 


108  childken's  hymns. 

6.  1  ake  heed  that  thou  no  murder  do ; 

7.  Abstain  from  words  and  deods  unclean ; 

8.  Nor  steal  though  thou  art  poor  and  mean ; 

9.  Nor  make  a  wilful  lie,  nor  love  it ; 

10.  What  is  thy  neighbor's  dare  not  covet. 


104 

LET  love  through  all  my  actions  run, 
And  all  my  words  be  mild ; 

Live  like  the  blessed  Virgin's  Son, 
That  sweet  and  lovely  child. 


His  soul  was  gentle  as  a  lamb ; 

And  as  in  age  He  grew, 
He  grew  in  favor  both  with  man 

And  God  His  Father  too. 


Now,  Lord  of  all.  He  reigns  above, 
And  from  His  heavenly  throne. 

He  sees  what  children  dwell  in  love, 
And  marks  them  for  His  own. 


105 

GREAT  God  and  wilt  Thou  condescend 
To  be  my  father  and  my  friend  V 
I,  a  poor  child,  and  Thou  so  high, 
The  Lord  of  earth,  and  air,  and  sky ! 


CHILDKEN'S   HYMNS.  109 

Art  Thou  my  father  ?  Canst  Thou  bear 
To  hear  my  poor  unperfect  prayer ; 
Or  stoop  to  listen  to  the  praise 
That  such  a  little  one  can  raise  ? 


Art  Thou  my  father  ?  Let  me  be 
A  meek,  obedient  child  to  Thee ; 
And  try  in  word,  and  deed,  and  thought, 
To  serve  and  please  Thee  as  I  ought. 


Art  Thou  my  father?  I'll  depend 
Upon  the  care  of  such  a  friend ; 
And  only  wish  to  do  and  be, 
Whatever  seemeth  good  to  Thee. 


Art  Thou  my  father  ?  Then  at  last. 
When  all  my  days  on  earth  are  past, 
Send  down  and  take  me,  in  Thy  love, 
To  be  Thy  better  child  above. 


106 

INTO  her  chamber  went 
A  little  maid  one  day ; 
And  by  a  chair  she  knelt. 
And  thus  began  to  pray ; 
**  Jesus  my  eyes  I  close, 
10 


110  children's  hymns. 

Thy  form  I  cannot  see ; 
^  If  Thou  art  near  me,  Lord, 

I  pray  Thee  speak  to  me." 
A  still  small  voice  she  heard  within  her  soul ; 
"  What  is  it,  child?  I  hear  thee,  tell  Me  all." 

"  I  pray  Thee,  Lord,"  she  said, 
"  That  Thou  wilt  condescend 
To  tarry  in  my  heart, 

And  ever  be  my  friend. 
The  path  of  life  looks  dark — 

I  would  not  go  astray. 
Oh !  let  me  have  Thy  hand 
To  lead  me  in  the  way." 
"  Fear  not,  I  will  not  leave  thee,  child  alone." 
She  thought  she  felt  a  soft  hand  press  her  own. 

"  They  tell  me.  Lord,  that  all 
The  living  pass  awajjr. 
The  aged  soon  must  die. 

And  even  children  may. 
Oh !  let  my  parents  live 
Till  I  a  woman  grow, 
For  if  they  die,  what  can 
Alittle  orphan  do?" 
"  Fear  not  my  child,  whatever  ills  may  come, 
I'll  not  forsake  thee  till  I  brins:  thee  home." 


Her  little  prayer  was  said. 

And  from  her  chamber  now 

She  passed  forth  with  the  light 

Of  heaven  upon  her  brow. 

"Mother,  I've  seen  the  Lord, 


children's  hymns.  Ill 

His  hand  in  mine  I  felt, 
And  oh,  I  heard  Him  say, 
As  by  my  chair  I  knelt, 
*  Fear  not  my  child,  whatever  ills  may  come, 
I'll  not  forsake  thee  till  I  brin^  thee  home.' " 


107 

A  GIDDY  lamb  one  afternoon 

Had  from  the  fold  departed ; 
The  tender  shepherd  missed  it  soon, 

And  sought  it  broken  hearted. 
Not  all  the'flock  that  shared  his  love, 

Could  from  the  search  delay  him, 
Kor  clouds  of  midnight  darkness  move, 

Nor  fear  of  suffering  stay  him. 


But  night  and  day  he  went  his  way 

In  sorrow  till  he  found  it ; 
And  when  he  saw  it  fainting  lie, 

He  clasped  his  arms  around  it. 
Then,  safely  folded  to  his  breast. 

From  every  ill  to  save  it, 
He  brought  it  to  his  home  of  rest. 

And  pitied  and  forgave  it. 


And  thus  the  Saviour  will  receive 
The  little  ones  who  fear  Him  ; 

Their  pains  remove,  their  sins  forgive, 
^\jid  draw  them  gcntlv  near  Him. 


113  ciiilduen's  hymns. 

Bless  -while  they  live,  and  when  they  die, 
When  flesh  and  spirit  sever, 

Conduct  them  to  His  throne  on  high, 
To  dwell  with  Him  forever. 


108 

HE  caused  the  deaf  His  voice  to  hear, 
The  dumb  proclaimed  their  Saviour  near. 
The  blind  rejoiced  to  have  their  sight, 
And  the  lame  leaped  with  great  delight. 
Diseases  at  His  bidding  fled, 
And  life  revisited  the  dead. 
He  bade  the  raging  tempest  flee ; 
He  calmly  walked  upon  the  sea ; 
And  wondering  multitudes  He  fed 
With  a  few  fish  and  loaves  of  bread. 
By  His  own  power  He  left  the  grave 
To  w^hich  He  stooped  our  souls  to  save ; 
And  numerous  witnesses  record 
The  resurrection  of  our  Lord. 


i»rt  ^tc(iin& 


MlSCELIiAlVEOUS    HYMIVS, 


109 

I  KNEW  a  sickly  little  child, 

The  long,  long  summer's  day, 
"When  all  the  world  was  green  and  bright, 

Alone  in  bed  he  lay : 
There  used  to  come  a  little  dove, 

Before  his  window  small, 
And  sing  to  him  with  her  sweet  voice. 

Out  of  the  fir  tree  tall. 


And  when  the  sick  child  better  grew. 

And  he  could  crawl  along. 
Close  to  that  window  he  would  creep, 

And  listen  to  her  song ; 
And  he  was  gentle  in  his  speech, 

And  quiet  at  his  play. 
He  would  not  for  the  world  have  made 

That  sweet  bird  fly  away. 
10  * 


il4  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

There  is  a  Holy  Dove  that  sings 

To  every  Christian  child, 
That  whispers  to  his  little  heart, 

A  song  more  sweet  and  mild, 
It  is  the  Holy  Spirit  of  God, 

That  speaks  to  his  soul  within, 
That  leads  him  on  to  all  things  good, 

And  holds  him  back  from  sin. 


And  he  must  hear  that  still  small  Voice, 

Nor  tempt  it  to  depart, 
The  Spirit  great  and  wonderful, 

That  whispers  to  his  heart ; 
He  must  be  pure,  and  good,  and  true, 

Must  strive,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
For  unresisted,  sin  at  last, 

WUl  di'ive  that  Dove  away. 


110 

'T  IS  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus, 

In  this  life's  little  day ; 
To  spread  around  "  the  joyful  sound," 

As  those  forgiven  may ; 
To  tell  His  lovmg  kindness, 

His  promises  so  true  ; 
To  urge  the  young  that  they  may  come. 

And  trust  this  Saviour  too. 


MISCELLA^'EOUS  HYMNS.  115 

'T  is  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus, 

For  Him  who  loved,  and  gave 
Himself  for  us,  an  offering  thus 

Our  rmned  souls  to  save. 
Glad  service  we  would  render 

For  grace  so  rich  and  free ; 
Yet,  Lord,  we  moiu-n,  that  we  have  borne 

So  little  fruit  to  Thee. 


'T  is  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus, 

Be  this  our  one  desire, 
Our  purpose  still,  to  do  His  will, 

Whatever  He  require. 
No  action  is  too  lowly, 

No  work  of  love  too  small ; 
If  Christ  but  lead,  we  may,  indeed, 

Well  follow  such  a  call. 


'T  is  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus, 

While  our  weak  spirits  rest 
In  His  own  care,  safe  sheltered  there, 

And  with  His  presence  blest. 
In  such  calm,  happy  moments, 

No  greater  joy  we  know ; 
Redeemed  from  sin,  we  live  for  Hin\ 

To  whom  our  all  we  owe. 


'T  IS  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus — 

Oh !  weary  not  of  this, 
But  onward  press  with  cheerfulness, 

Though  rough  the  pathway  is. 


116  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

Hold  on,  unmoved  and  patient, 
Till  He  shall  call  thee  home, 

With  joy  to  stand  at  God's  right  hand, 
To  serve  before  the  throne. 


Ill 

"  WILL  you  come  with  me,  my  pretty  one?" 

I  asked  a  little  child, 
"  Will  you  come  with  me  and  gather  flowers ' 
She  looked  at  me  and  smiled. 
Then,  in  a  low,  sweet,  gentle  voice, 

She  said,  "  I  cannot  come, 
I  must  not  leave  this  narrow  path, 
For  I  am  soins:  home." 


"  But  will  you  not  ?"  I  asked  again, 
"  The  sun  is  shining  bright, 
And  you  might  twine  a  lily-wreath 

To  carry  home  at  night ; 
And  I  could  show  you  pleasant  things 

If  you  Avould  only  come :" 
But  still  she  answered  as  before, — 
"  No ;  I  am  going  home." 


"  But  look,  my  child :  the  fields  are  green, 
And  'neatli  the  leafy  trees 
Children  are  playing  merrily. 
Or  resting  at  their  ease. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  117 

Does  it  not  hurt  your  tender  feet 
This  stony  path  to  tread  ?" 
"  Sometimes ;  but  I  am  going  home !" 
Once  more  she  sweetly  said. 


■  Mv  Father  bade  me  keep  this  path, 

Nor  ever  turn  aside ; 
The  road  which  leads  away  from  Him 

Is  very  smooth  and  wide ; 
The  fields  are  fresh,  and  cool,  and  green, 

Pleasant  the  shady  trees ; 
But  those  aroimd  my  own  dear  home 

Are  lovelier  far  than  these. 


I  must  not  loiter  on  the  road. 

For  I  have  far  to  go ; 
And  I  should  like  to  reach  the  door 

Before  the  sun  is  low. 
I  must  not  stay ;  but  will  you  not — 

Oh,  will  you  not— come  too  ? 
My  home  is  very  beautiful, 

And  there  is  room  for  you." 


I  took  her  little  hand  in  mine : 

Together  we  went  on ; 
Brighter  and  brighter  o'er  our  path 

The  blessed  su'nbeams  shone. 
At  length  we  saw  the  distant  towers ; 

But,  ere  we  reached  the  gate, 
The  child  outstripped  my  lingering  feet, 

Too  overjoyed  to  wait. 


118  MISCELLANEOUS  HYlklNS. 

And,  as  she  turned  her  radiant  face 
Once  more  to  bid  me  come, 

I  heard  a  chorus  of  ghid  songs, — 
A  burst  of  "  Welcome  Home !" 


112 

"WE  were  crowded  in  the  cabin, 
Not  a  soul  would  dare  to  sleep, 

It  was  midnight  on  the  waters. 
And  a  storm  was  on  the  deep. 

'T  is  a  fearful  thing  in  winter. 
To  be  shattered  in  the  blast. 

And  to  hear  the  rattling  trumpet 
Thunder,  "  Cut  away  the  mast." 

So  we  shuddered  there  in  silence. 
For  the  stoutest  held  his  breath. 

While  the  hungry  sea  was  roaring. 
And  the  breakers  talked  with  death> 


As  thus  we  sat  in  darkness, 
Each  one  busy  in  his  prayers, — 
"We  are  lost !"  the  captain  shouted, 
As  he  staggered  down  the  stairs. 

But  his  little  daughter  whispered, 
As  she  took  his  icy  hand, 
"  Isn't  God  upon  the  ocean. 

Just  the  same  as  on  the  land  ?  " 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  119 

Then  we  kissed  the  little  maiden, 

And  we  spoke  in  better  cheer, 
And  we  anchored  safe  in  harbor 

Where  the  morn  was  shininsr  clear. 


113 

HAVE  pit^  on  them !  for  their  life 
Is  Ml  ot  grief  and  care ; 

Ye  do  not  Imow  one  half  the  woes 
The  very  poor  must  bear ; 

You  do  not  see  the  silent  tears 
By  many  a  mother  shed, 

As  childhood  offers  up  the  prayer, 

"  Give  us  our  daily  bread." 


And  sick  at  heart  she  turns  away 

From  the  small  face,  wan  with  pain. 
And  feels  that  prayer  has  long  been  said 

By  those  young  lips  in  vain. 
You  do  not  see  the  pallid  cheeks 

Of  those  whose  years  are  few, 
But  who  are  old  in  all  the  griefs 

The  poor  must  struggle  through. 


Deal  gently  with  these  wretched  ones, 
Whatever  wrought  their  woe, 

For  the  poor  have  much  to  tempt  and  test 
That  you  can  never  know. 


120  MISCELLANEOUS  HYiCNS. 

Then  judge  them  not,  for  hard  indeed 

Is  their  dark  lot  of  care ; 
Xet  heaven  condemn,  but  human  hearts 

With  human  faults  should  bear. 


114 

THE  curling  waves  with  awful  roar, 

A  little  bark  assailed ; 
And  pallid  fear's  distracted  power, 

O'er  all  on  board  prevailed, 


Save  one,  the  captain's  darling  child, 
Who  steadfast  viewed  the  storm ; 

And  cheerful,  with  composure,  smiled 
At  danger's  threatening:  form. 


"  "Why  sport' st  thou  thus,"  a  seaman  cried, 

"  While  terrors  overwhelm  ?" 
"  Why  should  I  fear?  "  the  boy  replied, 

*'  My  father's  at  the  helm !" 


So  when  our  worldly  all  is  reft, 
Our  earthly  helper  gone ; 

We  stDl  have  one  true  anchor  left, 
God  helps,  and  He  alone. 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  131 

Then  turn  to  Him  'mid  sorrows  wild 
When  wants  and  woes  o'erwhelm ; 

Remembering,  like  the  fearless  child, 
Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 


115 

IN  the  tempest  of  life,  when  the  wave  and  the  gale 
Are  around  and  above,  if  thy  footing  should  fail — 
If  thine  eye  should  grow  dim,  and  thy  courage  depart, 
"  Look  aloft "  and  be  firm,  and  be  fearless  of  heart. 


If  the  friend  who  embraced  in  prosperity's  glow, 
With  a  smile  for  each  joy  and  a  tear  for  each  woe. 
Should  betray  thee, — when  sorrows  like  clouds  are 

array'd, 
"  Look  aloft"  to  the  friendship  which  never  shall  fade. 


Should  the  visions  which  hope  spreads  in  light  to 

thine  eye. 
Like  the  tints  of  the  rainbow,  but  brighten  to  fly. 
Then  turn,  and  through  tears  of  repentant  regret, 
"  Look  aloft  "  to  the  Sun  that  is  never  to  set. 


And  oh  !  when  death  comes  in  his  terrors  to  cast 
His  fears  on  the  future,  his  pall  on  the  past ; 
In  that  moment  of  darkness,  with  hope  in  thy  heart, 
And  a  smile  in  thine  eve,  "  Look  aloft  '*  and  depart. 
11 


122  MISCELLANEOUS   HYMNS. 


116 

THY  neighbor  ?  It  is  lie  whom  thou 
Hast  power  to  aid  and  bless, 
Whose  aching  heart  or  twining  brow, 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 


Thy  neighbor?  'Tis  the  fainting  poor, 
Whose  eye  with  M^ant  is  dim, 
Whom  hmiger  sends  from  door  to  door ; — 
Go  thou,  and  succor  him. 


Thy  neighbor  ?  'T  is  that  weary  man, 
Oppressed  in  every  limb. 
Bent  loAv  with  sickness,  age,  and  pain ; 
Go  thou,  and  comfort  him. 


Thy  neighbor  ?  'T  is  the  heart  bereft 
Of  every  earthly  gem ; 
Widow  and  orphan,  helpless  left : — 
Go  thou,  and  shelter  him. 


Thy  neighbor  ?  Yonder  toiling  slave, 
Fettered  in  thought  and  limb. 
Whose  hopes  are  all  beyond  the  grave,- 
Go  thou,  and  ransom  him. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  "      123 

Where'er  thou  meet'st  a  human  form, 
Less  favored  than  thine  own, 
Remember  't  is  thy  neighbor  worm, 
Thy  brother,  or  thy  son. 


Oh,  pass  not,  pass  not  heedless  by ; 
Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 
The  breaking  heart  from  misery : 
Go  share  thy  lot  with  him. 


117 

DEAL  gently  with  the  erring  one, 

You  may  not  know  the  power 
With  which  the  first  temptation  came 

In  some  unguarded  hour. 
You  may  not  know  how  earnestly 

He  struggled — or  how  well ; 
Until  the  hour  of  weakness  came, 

And  sadly  thus  he  fell. 


Speak  gently  to  the  eriing  one, 

Oh  !  do  not  thou  forget, 
However  deeply  stained  with  sin, 

He  is  thy  brother  yet. 
Heir  of  the  self-same  heritage. 

Child  of  the  self-same  God, 
He  hath  but  stumbled  in  the  path 

Thou  hast  in  weakness  trod. 


124  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

Speak  gently  to  the  erring  one, 

For  is  it  not  enough, 
That  peace  and  innocence  are  gone, 

Without  thy  censure  rough? 
Oh  sure  it  is  a  weary  lot, 

That  sin  crushed  heart  to  bear ; 
And  they  who  have  a  happier  lot, 

May  well  their  chidings  spare. 


Speak  gently  to  the  erring  one, 

And  thou  may'st  lead  him  back,' 
With  holy  words  and  looks  of  love. 

From  miseiy's  thorny  ti-ack. 
Forget  not,  too,  that  thou  hast  sinned, 

And  sinful  yet  may  be, 
Deal  gently  with  the  erring  one. 

As  God  has  dealt  with  thee. 


118 

SPEAK  gently,  it  is  better  far 

To  rule  by  love  than  fear ; 
Speak  gently !  let  not  harsh  words  mar 

The  good  we  might  do  here. 


Speak  gently  to  the  little  child, 
Its  love  be  sure  to  gain ; 

Teach  it  in  accents  soft  and  mild. 
It  may  not  long  remain. 


MISCELLAlsEOUS  HYMNS.  125 

Speak  gently  to  the  young,  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 

'T  is  full  of  anxious  care. 


Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 
Grieve  not  the  care-worn  heart : 

The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  such  in  peace  depart ! 


Speak  gently,  kindly,  to  the  poor, 
Let  no  harsh  tones  be  heard ; 

They  have  enough  they  must  endure, 
Without  an  imkind  word. 


Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ;  know 
They  may  have  toil'd  in  vain  ; 

Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so, 
Oh !  win  them  back  as-ain. 


Speak  gently ;  't  is  a  little  thing 
Dropp'd  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 

The  good,  the  joy  which  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 

11* 


MISCELLANEOUS  HTSINS. 


119 

BE  kind  to  eacli  other, 

The  night's  coming  on, 
When  friend  and  when  brother 

Alike  may  be  gone ! 
Then  'midst  our  dejection, 

How  sweet  to  have  eam'd 
The  blest  recollection 

Of  kindness  returned. 


When  day  hath  departed, 

And  memory  keeps 
Her  watch,  broken-hearted, 

Where  all  she  loves  sleeps — 
Let  falsehood  assail  not, 

Nor  envy  disprove ; 
Let  trifles  prevail  not 

Against  those  we  love. 


Nor  change  with  to-morrow, 

Should  fortune  take  -wing ; 
But  deeper  the  sorrow. 

The  closer  still  cling ! 
Oh !  be  kind  to  each  other, 

The  night's  coming  on. 
When  friend  and  when  brother 

Alike  may  be  gone ! 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMKS.  127 


120 

A  POOR  way-faring  man  of  grief, 

Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
"Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief 

That  I  could  never  answer  "  Nay." 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  His  name, 
"Whither  He  went,  or  whence  He  came ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  His  eye 
That  won  my  love, — I  knew  not  why. 


Once  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  entered,  not  a  word  He  spake. 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread, 
I  gave  Him  all ;  He  blessed  it,  brake, 

And  ate ;  but  gave  me  part  again. 

Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then ; 

For  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 

That  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 


I  spied  Him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock ;  His  strength  was  gone ; 

The  heedless  water  mocked  His  thirst ; 
He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 

I  ran  to  raise  the  sufferer  up ; 

Thrice  from  the  stream  He  drained  my  cup, 

Dipped  and  returned  it  running  o'er ; — 

I  drank  and  never  thirsted  more. 


128  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

Stripped,  -vvoimdcd,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  Him  by  the  highway  side ; 
I  roused  His  pulse,  brought  back  His  breath, 

Revived  His  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment;  He  was  healed. 
I  had,  myself,  a  wound  concealed, 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 


In  prison  I  saw  Him  next,  condemned 
To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn  ; 

The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 
And  honored  Him  'midst  shame  and  scorn. 

My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try. 

He  asked  if  I  for  Him  would  die ; 

The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill. 

But  the  free  spirit  cried  "  x.  will." 


Then  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 
The  stranger  darted  from  disguise ; 

The  tokens  In  His  hands  I  knew — 
My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes. 

He  spake ;  and  my  poor  name  He  named — 

"  Of  Me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed ; 

These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be ; 

Fear  not !  thou  didst  them  unto  Me." 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  139 


121 

IN  the  silent  midniglit  watches, 

List — thy  bosom-door ! 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 

Knocketh  evermore ! 
Say  not  'tis  thy  pulse  's  beating, 

'T  is  thy  heart  of  sin ; 
'T  is  thy  baviour  knocks  and  crieth 

Rise,  and  let  Me  in 


Death  comes  down  with  reckless  footstep 

To  the  hall  and  hut ; 
Think  you  death  will  stand  a-knocking 

Where  the  door  is  shut  ? 
Jesus  waiteth — waitcth — waiteth ; 

But  til}'  door  is  fast ! 
Giieved,  away  thy  Saviour  goeth ; 

Death  breaks  in  at  last. 


Then  't  is  thine  to  stand  entreating 

Christ  to  let  thee  in ; 
At  the  gate  of  heaven  beating. 

Waiting  for  thy  sin. 
Nay  alas !  thou  foolish  virgin. 

Hast  thou  then  forgot, 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, 

But  He  knowslhee  not ! 


130  miscell^\:neous  hymns. 


122 


IN  Genesis  the  world  was  made 

By  God's  creative  hand ; 
In  Exodus  the  Hebrews  marched 

To  gain  the  Promised  Land ; 
Leviticus  contains  the  law, 

Holy,  and  just,  and  good. 
KuMBEiis  records  the  tribes  enroll' d — 

All  sons  of  Abraham's  blood. 
Moses  in  Deuteronomy, 

Records  God's  mighty  deeds. 
Brave  Joshua  into  Canaan's  land 

The  host  of  Israel  leads. 
In  Judges  their  rebellion  oft 

Provokes  the  Lord  to  smite, 
But  Ruth  records  the  faith  of  one 

Well  pleasing  in  His  sight.  * 

In  First  and  Second  Samuel  iJ\.  3  d-'^'U} 

Of  Jesse's  son  we  read.  —'  t/^''*'*/- 
Ten  Tribes  in  First  and  Second  Kings 

■   ..Revolted  from  his  seed. 

The  First  and  Second  Chronicles, 

See  Judah  captive  made ; 
But  Ezra  leads  a  remnant  back 

By  princely  Cyrus'  aid. 
The  city  walls  of  Zion 

Nehemiah  builds  again, 
"Whilst  Esther  saves  her  people 

From  plots  of  wicked  men. 
In  Job  we  read  how  faith  will  live 

Beneath  affliction  s  rod, 


illSCELL.^JN'EOUS   UYMIxS.  131 

And  David's  Psalms  are  precious  songs 

To  every  child  of  God. 
The  Proverbs  like  a  goodly  string 

Of  choicest  pearls  appear. 
EccLESiASTES  teachcs  man 

How  vain  are  all  things  here. 
The  mystic  song  of  Solomon 

Exalts  sweet  Sharon's  Rose ; 
Whilst  Christ  the  Saviour  and  the  King 

The  "  rapt  Isaiah"  shows. 
The  warning  Jeremiah — 

Apostate  Israel  scorns ; 
His  plaintive  Lamentations 

Thek  awful  doM'nfaH'  mourns. 
EzEKiEL  tells  in  wondrous  words 

Of  dazzling  mysteries ; 
Whilst  kings  and  empires  yet  to  come, 

Daniel  in  vision  sees. 
Of  judgment  and  of  mercy, 

HosEA  loves  to  tell : 
Joel  describes  the  blessed  days 

When  God  with  man  shall  dwell. 
Among  Tekoa's  herdsmen 

Amos  received  his  call : 
Whilst  Obadiah  prophesies 

OfEdom's  final  fall. 
Jonah  enshrines  a  wondrous  type 

Of  Christ  our  risen  Lord ; 
JSIiCAH  pronounces  Judah  lost — 

Lost,  but  again  restored ; 
Nahum  declares  on  Nineyeh 

Just  judgment  shaU  be  poured. 
A  view  of  Chaldea's  coming  doom 

Habakkuk's  visions  give ; 


183  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

Next  Zephaniah  warns  the  Jews 

To  turn,  repent,  and  live. 
Haggai  wrote  to  those  who  saw 

The  Temple  built  again, 
And  ZECHARLiH  prophesied 

Of  Christ's  triumphant  reign. 
Malachi  was  the  last  who  touch'd 

The  high  prophetic  chord ; 
Its  final  notes  sublimely  shew 

The  coming  of  the  Lord. 


Matthew  and  Mark,  and  Luke  and  John, 

The  Holy  Gospels  wrote, 
Describing  how  the  Saviour  died — 

His  life— and  all  He  taught. 
Acts  prove  how  God  the  Apostles  owned 

With  signs  in  every  place : 
St.  Paul,  in  Romans,  teaches  us 

How  man  is  saved  by  grace. 
The  Apostle,  in  Corinthians, 

Instructs,  exhorts,  reproves : 
Galatians  shows  that  faith  in  Christ 

Akme  the  Father  loves. 
Ephesians  and  Philippians  tell 

What  Christians  ought  to  be : 
CoLossiANS  bids  us  live  to  God 

And  for  eternity. 
In  TnESSALO]s^iANS  we  are  taught 

The  Lord  will  come  from  heaven : 
In  Timothy  and  Titus 

A  bishop's  rule  is  given. 
Philemon  marks  a  Christian's  love, 

Which  only  Christians  know : 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  133 

Hebrews  reveals  the  Gospel 

Prefigured  by  the  law. 
Jam:es  teaches  without  holiness 

Faith  is  but  vain  and  dead : 
And  Peter  points  the  narrow  way 

In  which  the  Saints  are  led. 
John  in  his  three  Epistles 

On  love  delights  to  dwell : 
And  JuDE  gives  awful  warning 

Of  judgment,  wrath,  and  hell. 
The  Revelation  prophesies  * 

Of  that  tremendous  day, 
When  Christ— and  Christ  alone  shall  be 

The  trembling  sinners'  stay. 


123 

"  I  HEAR  thee  speak  of  the  better  land, 
Thou  call'st  its  children  a  happy  band ; 
Mother !  oh  where  is  that  radiant  shore  ? 
Shall  we  not  seek  it,  and  weep  no  more  ? 
Is  it  where  the  flower  of  the  orange  blows, 
And  tne  fireflies  dance  on  the  myrtle  boughs?" 
"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child  1" 


*•  Is  it  where  the  feathery  pahri-trees  rise, 
And  the  date  grows  ripe  under  sunny  skies  ? 
Or  midst  the  green  islands  of  glittering  seas. 
Where  fragrant  forests  perfume  the  breeze. 
And  strange  bright  birds,  on  their  starry  wings, 
Bear  the  rich  hues  of  all  glorious  things  ?" 
*'  Not  there,  not  there,  my  childl" 
1^ 


134  MISCELLANEOUS   HYMNS. 

"  Is  it  far  away,  in  some  region  old, 
Where  rivers  wander  o'er  sands  of  gold  ? 
Where  the  burning  rays  of  the  ruby  shine. 
And  the  diamond  lights  up  the  secret  mine. 
And  the  pearl  gleams  forth  from  the  coral  strand  ? 
Is  it  there  sweet  mother,  that  better  land  ?" 
"  Not  there,  not  there,  my  child !" 


"  Eye  hath  not  seen  it  my  gentle  boy ! 
Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  songs  of  joy ; 
Dreams  cannot  pictm*e  a  world  so  fair — 
Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there ; 
Time  hath  not  breathed  on  its  fadeless  bloom, 
For  beyond  the  clouds,  and  beyond  the  tomb, 
It  is  there,  it  is  there,  my  child !" 


124 

SUPPOSE  the  little  cowslip 

Should  hang  its  golden  cup, 
And  say  "I'm  such  a  tiny  flower 

I'd  better  not  grow  up !" 
How  many  a  weary  traveller 

Would  miss  its  fragrant  smell. 
How  many  a  little  child  would  grieve 

To  lose  it  from  the  dell ! 


Suj^pose  the  glistening  dew-drop 
Lpon  the  grass  should  say, 
"  What  can  a  little  dew-drop  do  ? 
I'd  better  roll  away!" 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  135 

The  blade  on  wliich  it  rested, 

Before  the  day  was  done, 
Without  a  drop  to  moisten  it. 

Would  wither  in  the  sun. 

Suppose  the  little  breezes. 

Upon  a  summer's  day. 
Should  think  themselves  too  small  to  cool 

The  traveller  on  his  way  ; 
Who  would  miss  the  smallest 

And  softest  ones  that  blow, 
And  think  they  made  a  great  mistake, 

If  they  were  talking  so ! 

How  many  deeds  of  kindness 

A  little  child  may  do, 
Although  it  has  so  little  strength, 

And  little  wisdom  too. 
It  wants  a  loving  spirit. 

Much  more  than  strength,  to  prove, 
How  many  things  a  child  may  do 

For  others  by  his  love. 


125 

NEVER  stand  in  idleness 

In  a  world  like  ours ; 
Looking  on  while  others  toil, 

Heedless  of  thy  powers. 

While  thou  hast  a  heart  to  feel 

Sympathy  and  love, 
And  thy  voice  can  lift  a  prayer 

To  the  Lord  above  : 


136  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

Say  not  thou  hast  naught  to  give, 
Naught  to  call  thine  own ; 

Xife's  best  pleasures  do  not  spring 
From  one  source  alone. 


'T  was  the  widow's  mite  which  called 

Blessings  from  the  Lord ; 
Not  the  lavish  treasure  thrown 

From  the  rich  man's  hoard. 


Give  the  weak  a  helping  hand ; 

Nerve  him  by  thy  might ; 
Gently  lead  the  erring  one 

Back  to  paths  of  right. 


With  the  mourner  shed  a  tear, 
Smile  thou  with  the  gay ; 

Help  the  weary  bear  his  load ; 
Cheer  his  lonely  way. 


Ne'er  be  idle,  when  thy  hand 
Hath  the  power  to  bless ; 

Nor  be  silent  when  thy  voice 
Might  console  distress. 


Follow  in  thy  Master's  steps- 
Tread  the  path  He  trod ; 

Ever  with  untiring  zeal 
Working  for  thy  God. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYilNS.  13? 


126 

'TIS  not  in  temples  made  with  hands, 

The  great  Creator  dwells, 
But  on  the  mountain-top  He  stands, 

And  in  the  lowly  dells ; 
Wherever  fervent  prayer  is  heard. 
He  stands,  recording  every  word ; 
In  dell,  on  mountain,  every  where. 
He  never  fails  to  answer  prayer. 


Yes — in  the  poor  man's  lowly  stall, 

And  in  the  prisoners'  cells, 
And  in  the  rich  man's  lordly  hall, 

The  great  Creator  dwells ; 
Where  two  or  three  are  joined  in  prayer, 
His  Audience  Hall,  His  House  is  there. 
Wherever  prays  the  child  of  grace, 
Is  His  peculiar  dwelling  place. 


Think  you  that  temples  built  of  stone, 

And  blessed  by  priestly  hand, 
Are  more  peculiarly  His'own, 

More  reverence  demand  ? 
Go  Id  tliy  closet — shut  the  door, 
And  all  iby  mercies  ponder  o'er. 
Thine  all-pervading  God  is  there : 
He  loves  to  answer  secret  prayer. 
12* 


138  MISCELLANEOUS   HYlMIsS. 

The  temple  thy  Creator  owns, 

That  ternple  is  the  heart ; 
No  towering  piles  of  costly  stones, 

Nor  any  work  of  art, — 
The  cloucl-capt  spire,  that  points  on  high, 
May  draw  lightning  from  the  sky, 
But 't  is  the  humble,  modest  flower, 
That  driuketh  the  refreshing  shower ; 
And  in  return  for  favors  given, 
It  breathes  its  fragrance  back  to  heaven. 


^  127 

I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep ; 

I  did  not  love  the  fold, 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 


The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child ; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished  and  faint,  and  lone ; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bonds  of  love, 

They  saved  the  wandering  one ! 


MISCELLANEOUS    HYMNS.  139 

They  spoke  in  tender  love, 

They  raised  my  drooping  head, 
They  gently  closed  my  bleeding  womids, 

My  fainting  soul  they  fed. 
They  washed  my  filth  away, 

They  made  me  clean  and  fair, 
They  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 

The  lon":-souo:ht  wanderer. 


Jesus  my  Shepherd  is ! 

'T  was  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'T  was  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'T  was  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost. 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'T  was  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'T  is  He  that  still  doth  keep. 


I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

1  would  not  be  controlled ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  the  fold  I 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  His  home  1 


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^t/v*^- 


140  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 


128 

WHY  thus  longing,  thus  forever  sighing, 
For  the  far-off,  unattained  and  dim, 

While  the  beautiful,  all  around  thee  lying, 
Offers  up  its  low  perpetual  hymn. 

Would' st  thou  listen  to  its  gentle  teaching, 
All  thy  restless  yearnings  it  would  still ; 

Leaf  and  flower  and  laden  bee  are  preaching 
Thine  own  sphere,  though  humble,  first  to  fill. 

Poor  indeed  thou  must  be,  if  around  thee 
Thou  no  ray  of  light  and  joy  canst  throw — 

If  no  silken  cord  of  love  hath  bound  thee 
To  some  little  world  of  weal  and  woe. 


If  no  dear  eyes  thy  fond  lore  can  brighten — 
No  fond  voices  answer  to  thine  own ; 

If  no  brother's  sorrow  thou  canst  lighten. 
By  daily  sympathy  and  gentle  tone. 

Not  by  deeds  that  win  the  crowd's  applauses. 
Not  by  works  that  give  thee  world  renown. 

Not  by  martyrdom  or  vaunted  crosses. 

Canst  thou  win  and  wear  the  immortal  crown. 


Daily  struggling,  though  unloved  and  lonely. 
Every  day  a  rich  reward  will  give ; 

Thou  wilt  find,  by  hearty  striving  only, 
And  truly  loving,  thou  canst  truly  live. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  141 


129 


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THOUGH  glorious,  O  God,  must  Thy  temple  have 
been 

On  the  day  of  its  first  dedication, 
When  the  cherubim  wings  widely  waving  were  seen 

On  high  o'er  the  ark's  holy  station ; 


When  even  the  chosen  of  Levi,  though  skill'd 

To  minister  standing  before  Thee, 
Retired  from  the  cloud  which  Thy  temple  then  fill'd, 

And  Thy  gloiy  made  Israel  adore  Thee ; 


Though  awful  indeed  was  Thy  majesty  then ; 

Yet  the  worship  thy  gospel  discloses, 
Less  splendid  in  show  to  the  vision  of  men, 

Surpasses  the  ritual  of  Moses. 


And  by  whom  was  that  ritual  forever  repeal'd, 
But  by  Him  unto  whom  it  was  given 

To  enter  the  oracle  where  is  reveal'd, 
Not  the  cloud,  but  the  brightness  of  heaven  ? 


Who,  having  once  enter'd,  hath  shown  us  the  way, 
O  Lord,  how  to  worship  before  Thee ; 

Not  with  sliadowy  forms  of  tnat  earlier  day, 
But  in  soirit  and  truth  to  adore  Thee. 


142  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

This,  this  is  the  worship  Messiah  made  known, 
When  she  of  Samaria  found  Him, 

By  the  patriarch's  well  sitting  weary,  alone, 
"With  the  stillness  of  noontide  around  Him. 


•'  Woman  believe  me,  the  hour  is  near, 
When  He,  if  you  rightly  would  hail  Him, 

U'ill  neither  be  worshipp'd  exclusively  ^ere. 
Nor  yet  at  the  altar  of  Salem. 

"  For  God  is  a  Spirit !  and  they  who  «ii^TC    h^^'^y'''' 
Would  do  the  pure  worship  He  loveth  " 

In  the  heart's  holy  temple,  will  seek  with  delight 
That  spirit  the  Father  appro veth." 


And  many  that  prophecy's  truth  can  declare, 
Whose  bosoms  have  livingly  known  it ; 

Whom  God  has  instructed  to  worship  Him  there, 
And  convinced  that  His  mercy  will  own  it. 


The  temple  that  Solomon  built  to  His  name, 

Exists  but  in  name  and  in  storj'- ; 
Extinguish'd  long  since  is  that  altar's  bright  flame. 

And  vanish' d  each  glimpse  of  its  gloiy. 


But  the  Christian,  made  wise  by  a  wisdom  Divine, 
Though  all  human  fabrics  may  falter, 

Still  finds  in  his  heart  a  far  holier  shrine, 
Where  the  fire  biu:ns  unquench'd  on  the  altar. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  143 


130 

THERE'S  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 

Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 
Or  streaks  the  humblest  flower  that  blows, 

But  God  has  placed  it  there. 


At  early  dawn  there 's  not  a  gale 
Across  the  landscape  driven, 

And  not  a  breeze  that  sweeps  the  vale, 
That  is  not  sent  by  heaven. 


There 's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 
Or  leaf  of  lovliest  green. 
Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  seen. 


There's  not  a  tempest,  dark  and  dread, 
Or  storm  that  rends  the  air, 

Or  blast  that  sweeps  the  ocean's  bed, 
But  God's  owTi  voice  is  there. 


Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends, 
There  God  displays  His  boundless  love, 

And  power  with  mercy  blends. 


144  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 


131 

ONE  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded, 
One  loved  scholar's  voice  has  fled 

One  fair  brow  the  grave  has  shaded, 
One  dear  schoolmate  now  is  dead. 


Why  should  we  feel  thouglits  of  sadness  ? 

For  our  friend  is  happy  now ; 
She  has  knelt  in  soul-felt  gladness, 

Where  the  blessed  angels  bow. 


She  has  gone  to  heaven  before  us, 
But  she  turns  and  waves  her  hand, 

Pointing  to  the  glories  o'er  us, 
In  that  happy  spirit  land. 


May  our  footsteps  never  falter 
In  the  path  that  she  has  trod 

May  we  worship  at  the  altar 
Of  the  CTeat  and  livina:  God. 


Lord,  may  angels  watch  above  us. 
Keep  us  all  from  error  free — 

May  they  guard,  and  guide  and  love  us, 
Till,  like  her,  we  go  to  Thee. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  145 


132 

BEHOLD  a  Stranger  at  the  door! 
He  gently  knocks — has  knocked  before — 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

Oh  lovely  attitude !  He  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  open  hands ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness !  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes ! 

But  will  He  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ; — the  very  friend  you  need ; 
The  Friend  of  sinners ;  yes,  't  is  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

Admit  Him  ere  His  anger  burn ; 
Lest  He  depart,  and  ne'er  return; 
Admit  Him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
When,  at  His  door,  denied  you'll  stand. 


133 

KIND  words  can  never  die : 

Heaven  gave  them  birth ; 

Wing'd  with  a  smile,  they  fly 

All  o'er  the  earth. 
Kind  words  the  angels  brought. 
Kind  words  our  Saviour  taught, — 
Sweet  melodies  of  thought  1 
Who  knows  their  worth  ? 
13 


146  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

Kind  deeds  can  never  die : 

Tlion^h  weak  and  small, 
From  His  bright  throne  on  high 

God  sees  them  all : 
He  doth  reward  with  love, 
All  those  that  faithful  prove ; 
Round  them  where'er  they  move, 

Rich  blessings  fall. 

God's  word  can  never  die : 

Though  fallen  man 
Oft  dares  its  truth  deny, — 

Dares  it  in  vain. 
God's  word  alone  is  pure ; 
His  promises  are  sm-e ; 
Trust  Him,  and  rest  secure 

Heaven  you  shall  gain. 

Our  souls  can  never  die : 
God's  word  we  trust ; 
He  to  our  bodies  said, 
"  Dust  unto  dust." 
Saviour,  our  souls  prepare. 
Thy  happy  home  to  share, 
Us  to  Thy  mansions  bear 
When  life  is  past. 

134 

LET  us  love  one  another.    Not  long  may  we  stay 
In  this  brief  world  of  mourning,  so  brief  is  life's  day; 
Some  fade  ere  't  is  noon,  and  few  linger  till  eve ; 
Oh,  there  breaks  not  a  heart  but  leaves  some  one  to 
grieve. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HTiCSrS.  147 

And  the  fondest,  the  purest,  the  truest,  that  met, 
Ever  still  found  the  need  to  forgive  and  forget ; 
Then,  oh,  though  the  hopes  that  vre  nourish  d  decay, 
Let  us  love  one  another  as  long  as  we  may. 


Thus  we  '11  love  one  another  'midst  sorrow  the  worst, 
Unalter'd  and  fond  as  we  loved  at  the  first : 
Though  the  false  wing  of  pleasure  may  change  and 

forsake, 
And  the  bright  urn  of  wealth  into  particles  break. 


There  are  some  sweet  affections  that  earth  cannot 

buy, 
That  cling  but  the  closer  when  sorrow  draws  nigh, 
And  remain  with  us  yet  though  all  else  pass  away : 
Yes,  we  '11  love  one  another  as  long  as  we  stay. 


135 

O  TURN  that  little  foot  aside, 
Nor  crush  beneath  its  tread 

The  smallest  insect  of  the  earth, 
"Which  has  from  God  its  bread. 


If  He  who  made  the  universe 
Looks  down  in  kindest  love, 

To  shape  an  humble  thing  like  this, 
From  His  high  throne  above, 


148  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 

Thou  shouldst  not  dare  in  wontonness 
That  creature's  life  destroy, 

Nor  give  a  pang  to  any  thing 
That  He  has  made  for  joy. 


My  child,  begin  in  little  things 

To  act  the  gentle  part ; 
For  God  will  turn  His  love  away 

From  the  cruel,  selfish  heart. 


136 

OH  stay  not  thy  hands  when  the  winter  winds  rude, 
Blow  cold  through  the  dwelling  of  want  and  des- 
pair, 

To  ask  if  misfortune  has  come  to  the  good, 
Or  if  folly  has  wrought  the  wreck  that  is  there. 


When  the  heart-stricken  wanderer  asks  thee  for  bread, 
In  suffering  he  bows  to  necessity's  laws ; 

Wlien  the  wife  moans  in  sadness,  the  children  unfed, 
The  cup  must  be  bitter — oh  ask  not  the  cause. 


When  the  Saviour  of  men  raised  His  finger  to  heal, 
Did  He  ask  if  the  sufferer  were  Gentile  or  Jew  ? 

When  the  tliousands  were  fed  with  the  bountiful  meal. 
Did  lie  ffive  it  alone  to  the  faitliful  and  few? 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYUINS.  149 

O  scan  not  too  closely  the  frailties  of  those 
Whose  bosoms  may  bleed  on  a  cold  winter's  day, 

But  give  to  the  friendless  who  tells  thee  his  woes, 
And  from  Him  that  would  borrow,  O  turn  not 


away 


137 

BEYOND  this  life  of  hopes  and  fears, 
Beyond  this  world  of  griefs  and  tears, 

There  is  a  region  fair. 
It  knows  no  change,  and  no  decay, 
No  night,  but  one  unending  day ; 

O  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 


Its  glorious  gates  are  closed  to  sin, 
Naught  that  defiles  can  enter  in, 

To  mar  its  beauty  rare. 
Upon  that  bright,  eternal  shore, 
Earth's  bitter  curse  is  known  no  more  ; 

O  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 


No  drooping  form,  no  tearful  eye, 
No  hoary  head,  no  weary  sigh ; 

No  pain,  no  grief,  no  care ; 
But  joys  which  mortals  may  not  know, 
Like  a  calm  river  ever  flow ; 

O  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 

13* 


150  MISCELLANEOUS  nYiTNS. 

Our  Saviour,  once  a  mortal  child, 
As  mortal  man,  by  man  reviled. 

There  many  crowns  doth  wear. 
While  thousand  thousands  swell  the  stram 
Of  glory,  to  the  Lamb  once  slain ! 

O  say,  will  you  be  there  ? 


Who  shall  be  there?    The  lowly  here, 
All  those  who  serve  the  Lord  in  fear, 

The  world's  proud  mockery  dare  f 
Who  by  the  Holy  Spirit  led. 
Rejoice  the  narrow  path  to  tread ; — 

These,  these  shall  all  be  there ! 


Those  who  have  learned  at  Jesus'  cross 
All  earthly  gain  to  count  but  loss, 

So  that  His  love  thej^  share. 
Who,  gazing  on  the  Crucified, 
By  faith  can  say,  "  For  me  He  died." 

These,  these,  shall  all  be  there. 


138 

I  SAW  a  little  blade  of  grass, 
Just  peeping  from  the  sod. 

And  asked  it  why  it  sought  to  pass 
Beyond  its  present  clod. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  151 

It  seemed  to  raise  its  tioy  head, 

All  sparkling,  fresh  and  bright ; 
And  wondering  at  the  question,  said 
"  I  rise  to  seek  the  light." 


I  asked  the  eagle  why  his  wing 
To  ceaseless  flight  was  given, 

As  if  he  spurned  each  earthly  thing. 
And  knew  no  home  but  heaven  ? 


He  answered,  as  he  fixed  his  gaze, 

Undazzled  at  the  sight. 
Upon  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
"  I  rise  to  seek  the  light." 


I  asked  my  soul,  what  means  this  thirst, 

For  something  yet  beyond  ; 
What  means  this  eagerness  to  burst 

From  every  earthly  bond  ? 


It  answers,  and  I  feel  it  glow. 

With  fires  more  warm,  more  bright, 
"  All  is  too  dull,  too  dark  below, 
I  rise  to  seek  the  light." 


152  MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS. 


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139 

HARK !  ye  neighbors,  and  hear  me  tell, 
Ten  now  strikes  on  the  nightly  bell ; 
Ten  are  the  holy  commandments,  given 
To  man  below  from  God  in  heaven. 

Human  watch  from  harm  can 't  ward  us, 
God  will  watch,  and  God  will  guard  us, 
He,  through  His  eternal  might, 
Grant  us  all  a  blessed  nio-ht. 


Hark !  ye  neighbors,  and  hear  me  tell, 
Eleven  sounds  on  the  nightly  bell ; 
Eleven  apostles  of  holy  mind 
Taught  the  gospel  to  mankind. 

Human  watch,  &c. 


Hark !  ye  neighbors,  and  hear  me  tell, 
Twelve  resounds  from  the  nightly  bell ; 
Twelve  disciples  to  Jesus  came 
Who  suflfered  rebuke  for  the  Saviour's  name. 

Human  watch,  &c. 


Hark !  ye  neighbors,  and  hear  me  tell, 
One  has  pealed  on  the  nightly  bell ; 
One  God  above,  one  Lord  indeed. 
Who  bears  us  up  in  hour  of  need. 

Human  watch,  &c. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  153 

Hark !  ye  neighbors,  and  hear  me  tell, 
Two  now  rings  from  the  nightly  bell ; 
Two  paths  before  mankind  are  free : 
Neighbor !  choose  the  best  for  thee. 
Human  watch,  &c. 


Hark !  ye  neighbors,  and  hear  me  tell, 
Three  now  somids  on  the  nightly  bell ; 
Three-fold  reigns  the  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 
Hmnan  watch,  <s;c. 


140 

/^      NOW  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep, 

I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  keep ; 
If  I  should  die  before  I  wake 
I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  take. 
And  this  I  ask  for  Jesus  sake. 


141 

LORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing. 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 

Let  us  each,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace ; 

O  refresh  us. 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 


154  miscell.s:neous  hymns. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 

May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound : 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 


142 

IN  Thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 

To  worship  at  Thy  feet ; 
O  pour  Thy  Holy  Spirit  down 

On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 


"We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice ; 

Thy  face  and  favor.  Lord,  we  seek ; 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 


143 

ONCE  more  before  we  part, 
Oh  bless  the  Saviour's  name ; 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart, 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

Lord  in  Thy  grace  we  came, 
That  blessing  still  impart; 

We  meet  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name' we  part. 


MISCELLANEOUS  HYMNS.  155 

Thus  nurtured  by  Thy  word, 
May  each  in  wisdom  grow,         ^ 
(^ And  Still  go  on  to  know  the  Lord,  j 
And  practice  what  we  know^  -^ 


144 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


Ye  chosen  seed  of  Adam's  race,— 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall, 
HaU  Him,  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 


145 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessmgs  flow ! 
Praise  Him  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  Him  above  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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